Knife Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why don't you eat me now, are the words I heard you sang
They spoke to my heart and moved me in my liver
I am here you can eat me now, I will not shiver
Here I am, go on taste me on your tongue; I am seasoned.
I will not disappoint your pallet. I am not rancid
Eat me now, I long to feel your wet tongue taste me
I want your feedback, when you're lying on your back.
Why don't you eat me now, aren't you ravaged to know
How good I taste when in you plunge your sharpened knife.