Chicken Sweet Corn Soup
I swirl around,
sprawled and naked
with a fixed smile
and intoxicated unblinking faraway eyes
like an idiot possessed
with the secret of existence,
in your soup bowl.
You twirl your finger,
unleash hurricanes and tsunamis
at your soft touch,
you suck me closer
to the vortex,
you take out your finger,
put it in the mouth
of your lips
and taste my soup.