Poetry 14 lines

Insatiable

04 May Smoke · 4 of 10

Feed me your faceso I may learn how to be-
come human, to tracethe dip of your crooked nose,
memorize the cut of your jawtaste your cheek fuzz.
Feed me your facelet me lap the salt
from your hot skin. I willsuck your marrow dry.
I will lick you cleanof thought, will pry each
morsel of meat from your bones.Without you, I am starving.

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