the scene

under lamplight
we eat
everything.

salt
on his belly
he prises my toes
open,
two lids lifting off in the air.

amazed, we
grapple
with blankets and
ring fingers,
deciding where to stroke
the skin down.

absurd,
these household objects,
unceremonious in themselves
become erotic:

cheese grater,
a metal pipe,
dust on the hearth,
zigzag pattern across a plate,
some shoes, socks, a buckled belt.

six doughnuts,
with a raspberry jam
centre
from a supermarket bag.
one, bitten in half.
jam
    on the kitchen table.