I cut up my ribs,
neat and tidy.
He bites into his,
smearing barbecue
sauce across his mouth.
He’s always been
the impulsive one
and I the more careful.
I wonder if he ever
burned himself.
I know I have.
My heart aches
as I watch, almost
as much as I
do with longing.
If only he’d reach
across the ever
growing distance
between us,
if only he’d devour
me with such
reckless abandon.