Steak And Potatoes

In all honesty,
I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate
and devoured, piece by piece.

My attention, my free time
everything no one else could see.

With knife and fork,
to be taken apart and tasted carefully,
with nothing left except the juice of where I laid.

The tough parts, the ones that take time to cut,
revealed in an instant.

To be desired in mutual attraction
a certain craving.

Covered in salt, pepper, a slice of butter.
All of my interests, my habits.

The anticipation of being sizzled, flipped
on a cast iron skillet,
served fresh on a plate.

A baked potato on the side
to bring out the taste.

In all honesty,
I think I’ll have a steak.