Longing

like a dog outside the butcher's shop; a short desperate poem

I long for you,

Somewhat feverishly

Quite pathetically, really

When it comes to you my self-respect burns to ashes

Like paper under a magnifying glass

“Congratulations, your experiment was successful”

My heart now beats for two. For you. Maybe me

My heart now waits for you. Jumps at the sight of you

Beats like a beast when you touch me

If I could, I’d rip it out and give it to you

Wrap it nicely; a love letter

written in flowery cursive, slightly damp with blood

“I’m sorry about the blood but really, you caused this”

You.

Three letters. Heavy word. Three days without you.

I want you back. In my bed. Sweet and sleepy. Mine.’

I will bring you back to life

with my lips

and my eyes

my caresses

and my thighs

Strung onto you like fish on line

Don’t bite, my sweet

Devour me.