Love Feast

By: Julia Ross
September 11, 2008

I ran my fingers through her yellow hair.
Been so long since I touched her there.
Eyes so blue they hold the stars.
A woman so pretty that men gazed from afar.
My lover’s flesh was just too sweet.
As I began to eat.
First I took her pretty life.
Now she will forever feel my knife.
I slice her open oh so slow.
I watch as the blood began to flow.
I carved her blue eyes out one by one.
I ate them first to see how she saw me.
Then I dug my hands in to her chest.
The only part of her so warm so red.
I plucked her heart out like a berry.
It tasted so sweet so thick with juice on my lips.
To chew and shallow to feel her love within me once more.
I cut her tongue to taste her words.
To feel her sweet whispers inside.
I slice her head to have her mind.
I ate the brain one piece at a time.
As I chewed on its shallow bits, I could feel her memory there.
The things she stored up there
I peel her flesh off the bones.
Eating it enjoying it...as I drink her blood and feasted on her sweet being...
I even licked my fingers clean. I boiled the bones.
And ate soup.
Nothing was left but hard shell of who she was.
Such a sweet girl.
Even sweeter to eat.
Now she will always be part of me.
Her soul forever within mine.
Love Feast is the best way to dine.