Messing around with gender images.

For Matthew

It seems commonplace,
this stuff of life,
appearing every day
as a miracle of yeast.

Your body rises beneath
the pressure of my fingertips,
your clean, pure skin
both supple and firm.

I bury my nose in the fragrant,
steaming heart of it
seeking what I may devour,
so tenderly fed.

But bread is more than something
I take in my mouth
for pleasure or nourishment.
You are more
than that soft scented triangle
where hair meets flesh.

You are more than texture or taste;
your body is as much a symbol
as my new-made loaf.

My father was a priest.
One Sunday a month he held up a roll
and scattered crumbs
from the transformative cleft;

birthing a moment
when mutilated wheat
became something else.

I feed on your love;
our small communion.
Your body so warm; a miracle
of damage, moisture, steam.

Both eater and eaten,
we are transformed.


About Bethany W Pope

Bethany W Pope was named by the Huffington Post as ‘one of the five Expat poets to watch in 2016’. Nicholas Lezard, writing for The Guardian, described her latest collection as 'poetry as salvation'.....'This harrowing collection drawn from a youth spent in an orphanage delights in language as a place of private escape.' Bethany has won many literary awards and published several collections of poetry. Her first novel, Masque, was published by Seren in 2016. Her second novel, Ordinary Lives: The Ballad of John and Mary, was published in 2018. Follow her on Twitter @BethanyWPope

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