...Have you ever loved
To the point of hunger,
Wanting to kiss your loved one
And bite them to pieces?
No, not to hurt them of course-
You’d never want such a thing-
You’d bite them,
Because so delicious.
You’d always want to be near,
To hold them,
To hear every worry.
It’s not a beginning of story-
It’s the realm
You always hold dear.
You’re so ambitious.
You ignite them
With all of you, in between,
It’s the best kind of curse,
With its pulls and light teases.
Can’t imagine them gone…
It will be like the thunder,
Ripping you, until starved.