I shouldn't want to <br />but I want to devour him; <br />to taste of him <br />to possess him <br />to obsess about him. <br />Shouldn't do that. <br />But I want to; <br />I do. <br /> <br />And there is no let-on- <br />you would not know <br />that it is so <br />that it is <br />this way with me. <br />I don't let on. <br />I hide it. <br /> <br />But it is a flaming hide; <br />an internal storm <br />which rages in the quiet- <br />one <br />only I can hear. <br /> <br />If its love- <br />and I think it is- <br />it is more; <br />it is hunger; <br />wanting to push up so close <br />so there is nothing but one left <br />a melting; <br />only this will do. <br /> <br />Only this will be enough <br />to sate; <br />to make me put life's napkin down <br />and say <br />I've had my fill <br />I'm satisfied. <br /> <br />Meantime I can smell <br />you walking by- <br />each time <br />I whet; <br />my appetite.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feed-me-4/
