Hunger and toast

Buttered toast

Expecting one without burns
And buttered without vengeance
Delicate floury porous gaze
Steeped in liquid sweet turbulence
Salt of the sea, roaring crystals of delight
Between the plate and horizons
Of lips
A guilt of hunger
Eves Apple and the violence of snake
An invisible voice jolts me
Human lips frothing
Steeped in a gaze, desolate and starved
"Can I have something to eat, Sir."
A derelicts mask without a face
My soul cringes
The butter freezes
Charred, I walk into the desolate storms
Winter has sprung its tentacles
And toasted me with hunger
I return to my caged life