Perfect
The resistance of bulgur, crunch
of cucumber. The acid of tomato,
vinegar, onion. Smooth neutrality
of oil that binds, combines. You raise
fork to lips, just a hint of tongue,
another bite consumed. I feel
your lips on mine with each
bite you take. For dessert
strawberries and cream, passed
back and forth in promise.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). He published his first poem in a non-vanity/non-school publication in November 1988, and it's been all downhill since. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Green Silk Journal, In Parentheses, and Wales Haiku Journal, among others.
The resistance of bulgur, crunch
of cucumber. The acid of tomato,
vinegar, onion. Smooth neutrality
of oil that binds, combines. You raise
fork to lips, just a hint of tongue,
another bite consumed. I feel
your lips on mine with each
bite you take. For dessert
strawberries and cream, passed
back and forth in promise.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). He published his first poem in a non-vanity/non-school publication in November 1988, and it's been all downhill since. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Green Silk Journal, In Parentheses, and Wales Haiku Journal, among others.
