At the gray bottom

Sunk around by silk

And smoothed out over the oldest ebony

It lives in you. Or the other way around

This abiding interest in how that which is eaten is eaten

You like breathing? Then keep eating

[Love, Lust, God, End. Debatable points all.]

Sitting at the head of a table pre and post fall

Where if this is where you sat

You would be primed to eat

All kinds of meat, sweet meat

And the gloom of days and nights that

Are exactly the same: brimming over with success

And expecting no less

It's creature comfort for creatures who comfort

And worry robes, shapes, shadows, clocks

And casino politics

That whisper: surrender. Surrender

Because it feels good to do just this

A ring, a kiss

Just this

God

Love

Lust

End (x7)

Debatable points all