Hungry

Hungry

When I hummed you my insides out.

You took my liver and my spleen and held them to your chest.

You said it was so,

"The deepest parts of me could hear your heartbeat."

And for a few moments your heart beat sounded like the ocean.

The lapping waves crashing against your chest.

And when you sang my spleen back inside of me,

Your heartbeat went in with it.

And now all I can hear are lapping waves and hermit crabs,

Working away at my brain,

Chiseling down my appetite for anything else but you.

Hungry always for your skin on mine,

Your touch on me,

Your eyes on me.