Tit for Tat

Sometimes, all there is, is time
times the good, times the bad
and when we are empty, it is easy to be
filled.
With words, already spread like
the butter on the toast.
With gestures,
the way one brings it
up to feed. (to eat and eat and eat)
Sometimes I wonder where I'll
be. (after fucking after eating after living after moon)
When the night is over.
When the plate is empty.
My eyes to the window,
you love like the curtains.


©HRJ 2006