A Casanova’s Main Course
Before the inevitable side-effects, the quack said
the first thing to go would be my appetite.
Initially, generous portions allayed
my fears, allowed me to think I might
order double rations, click my fingers for the bill
as if unconcerned about cost, revelling in the fullness
of my heart. Over-indulgence was a way to kill
time, to avoid being trapped in the dullness
of repetition - and in wondering how broken I’d eventually be.
Embracing the challenge to seek out the new
I truffled for the unusual, the unexpected. To see
deep into the promise of others I came to view
their menus voraciously, asking Love’s chef to take special care
in preparing my entrée not medium but rare.