A Meal for One

I want to have you.

To eat of your skin and bone

To fill the hole in me

with the heft of your soul.

I need to take you.

All your love and hate

Your want

Your have

What you have lost

What you can find

I need it to be mine.

Only, you are the type

To keep me in wait

A love-lorn pup

To have me sit. To stay. To come.

At wait for your beck and call.

But

A day will come

When my will to wait is done.

I will take what I can,

And if that is all of you,

Then I will eat my fill.

And if none of you lays,

No full body at my feet,

I will know that some now gone girl

Some long gone love,

Got fat off what was mine.

So I will weep and ache,

Left so bare.

As I bury what I held so high for you:

The ruin of what love may be.

The guts and gore,

So true and sure

Left to rot in the soil

And boil in the sun.