Fast

I’m closing my legs
To the touch sublime
Hanging a sign
Closed for business
Drawing the drapes
Pulling the shades
A fast of another sort.

Lips shut against
Liquid relief
Imbibed without thought
Only to escape
Every pain of the everyday
Sipped slowly
Now fast

No balm awaits
To ease the ache
Corporeal
Reality
Realized
What lies in the wake
While lying awake.

Bid the unwanted visitor
Welcome
Feast and behold
The beholden
Betrothed
To the fast.