table 26

swift pulse thrums, anticipatory, beneath
the breast of this connoisseur, hands folded upon the
table, candlelight arcing along his skin.

he studies his dish with a leisurely eye: the skin
of his latest delicacy; its firm flesh, the
scent of spice and something sweet beneath.

lifting his fork, sinking silver tines beneath
the first layer of flesh, he takes the
first bite: pleasure pinkens his smooth skin.

beauty may be shallow, he knows,
but true human goodness lies beneath the skin.


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