Chocolate crucifixion

No foil excess.

Modesty folds

Velvet smoothness

Over finely moulded hips.

 

Eat me, he said

Or you can have no part –

 

That scattered the fans. Mostly

The brave, or broken, few

Remained to taste

The better feast.

 

Truth skewered

Truth

Still

©Andrea Hensher March 2008