Gazpacho

by le Marquis Déjà Dû

Let me massage
your spine
while I drink your
gazpacho
that has a lot of onion in it
almost enough to tear
about

Let me squeeze
your scalp
while I lick the frothy
tomato
who sticks to the rim of the glass
whose temperature rises
above ice
Let me bend
your fingers
while I spit out a chunk
of parsley
to make sure it's food

and Kiss.