Oh how we munch at each other,
mouths peck pecking,
slurp and gulp.
Handies gribble grabbing
We crumb, and lick at ourselves
with tricky thinks
and starven fingers.
Our juby bits are sunny flavours
and rise above weepened troughs.
Elementals swirl in cyclone clouds
and astral configurations
on the Euclidean plane,
where transitivity colludes with symmetry.
Point to point our oddness
swallows tasty fine. We shine
our sun spines.
Light prickles and celebratory toasts
greedy up the slake of thirst.
Our foody bits are spicy grand,