Feast

by FTS Miles   Feb 12, 2005


I feast upon you not for
perfect countenance
nor blemished face,
folds of flesh
nor tightened belly,
ample curve
nor slender line,
voluptuous breast
nor ascetic swell,
auburn crown
nor wave of gold…
I feast because I love.

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  • 19 years ago

    by erely

    Nicely Done... as always

  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    How romantic and touching.. the beauty is within the fact that every other line contrasts with each other, yet the last line, "I feast because I love" binds all of that together.

    The true meaning of this poem runs deep - you do not "feast" upon someone because the way that they look... which is equivalent to.. you do not love someone because of their looks. Marvelous work.

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