asian cuisine

we're full of gleaming curry yellow
like little kittens, paralysed by careless strokes
our skin gives in and there's no barrier.
we open up like oysters, overcooked
to show our soft pink insides
our eyes grow steamy with the heat.
i suck the breath out of your lungs, surprisingly
it tastes like sushi i ate with my bare hands the day before -
you are a rare delicacy.
in a way i am disgusted
by the simplicity of love
when it, moist and tender, like raw fish
ascends our bodies
and makes me shiver with your greedy kiss.