Suitcase Suite: #6

We consume our love

on beds, 

chairs,

around tables

in shady rooms,

in public spaces,

we dip our fingers

in

the succulent juices

of lovemaking

and 

wash our minds

with the juices

of

the ripe 

autumnal grapes.

Life is a feast.

Drink the wine.

Bite the flesh

and

pull 

the tablecloth

behind you.