Feeding

lay long enough and I become

a danger of flies

the armless

girl that looked

out of the river

a sugar cube in the flat of my palm

come away from the river

how did we

{the vegetable} {order}

{into a square}

make this

when her lips graze to nibble

soft the sweetness red

when {river} my hand touching your face

{some smallness gathered}

it wants to shine

pied on your belly

between my fingers

Adrian Kien