A poem
I’m hungry – of you, of your body
For sure, with all my breaths and atoms.
I want you – an island of no remorse.
And then you lose the body, you lose
The conscience
Having devoured all.
I know what you are thinking now,
what a pity, what a disgrace.
Oh well, I’ll say.
You don’t understand that you will be overwhelmed by the sudden joy of only one instant of love.
