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