Wishing, aching, dying
For your touch,
Hungry, Starving, ravenous
For your love.

My figure, forlorn
My cheeks, hollow
My eyes, lifeless

My breathing, labored
My stomach, rumbled
My heart, empty.

Touch me,
Let your fingers linger, delving further,
Feed me,
I am all skin and bones.

Fill me up,
Cup by cup.
Until I'm full
To the brim.

Be my panacea,
Be my manna,

*Be mine.