Feast:My hunger is no method actor; love,In the beginning, laid my hunger downOn mossy music. Days unworthy ofHer gaze are days no more. It all had grownAround her: every step a grape, to drownIn wine that went with every kind of food;Compared to non-existence, it was good.Milk, honey, coffee, spices; all was inHer custody. I... Continue Reading →