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.
About the Creator
Helen Seder
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Comments (1)
Such a ‘damning’ tone! A terrific poem Helen! 😊