God is a pot-bellied beast
A cacio e pepe
A seance
A feast

God lets her hair down
Stringy, half-cooked
She says, “Here I am, waiting
& you haven’t even looked”

She isn’t afraid 
Of a mood, 
Ring,
Or braid

God drapes herself
In alfredo cream
Acquiescing when you whisper
& yawning when you dream

God rests her hands
In water, paper-cutted,
Fresh

God says, 
This is all for you
Don’t taste it
Not yet.

Still from Romeo & Juliet (Franco Zeffirelli).