Coiled on your plate, 

a harlequinned ring of 

beheaded, de-bodied flesh,


adorned with tiny twin wings

of spiny skin, 

ruffled fans, as if flight still

were possible.

You dissect it, this 

filigreed semi-serpent, feather 

through neck muscle to find

the most delicate part, 

a tender sliver 

walled off by membrane.

Your chopsticks reach

for my mouth. 

I take the warm white tangle

with my teeth and tongue, 

let you feed me intimacy,


You must know

what you do 


when you see me smile

you do it again.