Quail
Love approaches
in a small vessel
laced with sweet beads of oil
and edible flora.
Its split feet land
on a bed of basil and crushed
yam. This meal
is what our forks are for
what our adult teeth are for
what the wine in its decanter
has been waiting for. If you
fall asleep in the middle of this I
won't mind because night time
is the gravy boat
that pours our little heads
onto their pillows.