Barry Conway


Food - Poem by Barry Conway

FOOD

HE WAS A LECH,
HE LOOKED AT WOMEN AS FOOD,
FOOD TO FILL HIS DESIRES,
HIS PLEASURES,
HIS LIFESTYLE,
HIS HEDONISTIC EGO.

BUT YET,
IN RETURN, HE FED THEM,
GAVE THEM THE FULFILLMENT,
OF MOMENTS OF PLEASURE,
WHEN LOVE WAS ENACTED,
BETWEEN THE ARMS OF PLENTY.

WOMEN LOOKED AT HIM,
AND KNEW,
HERE WAS A MAN TO ENJOY,
AND THEN MOVE ON,
LETTING ONLY THE YEARS,
HIDE THE MEMORY.

FOR YOU SEE, LOVE,
IN ALL IT'S ANIMALISTIC FORMS,
WAS THE MEAL,
AT LEAST THE HORS D'OUVRE,
LEARNING TO GIVE AND TAKE,
WITHOUT REGRET.

Topic(s) of this poem: desire, encounters, fulfilment, pleasure, sex, sexuality


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 18, 2017



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