Kidney for Bloom

I sit opposite you, Bloom, and wave a finger,
You take your fork,
And put this plump, firm kidney in your mouth.

Feel it in your mouth,
The smooth oval of it.

The urinary tract love of it,
Run your finger along its edge.
Let it tickle your tongue.

Mr Bloom, can I interest you,
In my forkfulls?

I want to tempt you with heaps of urea.

I want to let droplets of blood grace your chin.

Let me lift up my fingers,
And feed you pancreatic ducts,
Lippy feeders,
Maybe a touch of dressed film.

I look at your gorgeous lips,
Find them enticing,
Want them open a little,
For entering.

The kidney,
It is wet and dripping,
It is ripe for tasting.
It is fresh and plump.

Oh Poldy,
Lay kidney like in my lap,
I shall stroke your ear,
And make you rise,
Like fantastic breakfast.