Perilous Fare

It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man

who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency

yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor

when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear

I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten

yet I did not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour