The Temptation Of My Body By The Spilled Milk On The Floor Poem by RIC BASTASA

i watch a beautiful body
sprawled on
a white carpet
floor

the floor is sturdy
in age
reddish

it looks like fire
as i gaze for long
salivating

milk lots of it spilling
seeping on the cracks of the
aged
planks of red hard wood

i salivate like a dog imagining
a set of bones
with clinging meat
glistening
under the sun

what a beautiful taste could it
be

only if i had the courage to be
a dog mad about bones

kneel on the bed
prostrate my self on the floor and

lick a milky way into my
mouth into my body which is hollow
in its bamboo-ness

like space without its planets
in loneliness