Feast

When I am empty,
I gorge myself
on the remembered tastes
of all my lovers.
I can bite into
the saltsweat
of this one’s fear,
and breathe in
the whiskysmoke
of that one’s lust,
and fill myself
on the feast
of this one’s
adoration and devotion,
and feel less starved,
less hollow,
knowing my appetites
have been sated before,
and will be sated again.

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