Naked Banquet (2005) - Poem by Patrick Wescott
She layed stretched out before me,
a naked banquet of temptation.
Carpenters feast in simplicity,
yet a kings meal in richness.
Ambrosia, nirvana, the face of god,
all wrapped in a fast food fashion.
Ready to feed the ravenous
and keeps us hungry for desert
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