Give me light
that the poppy receives

Give me Rain
to quench my thirst

As I hunger and thirst
for you
I sit here and ask when you’ll return

Slowly,
My skin cracks and my heart aches
As my bones protrude,
I’ve begun to wither into a corpse
of ruin and sallow skin


I want you;
Your rays, Your light.
Burn me until my skin detests —
Screaming
for all you give

Give me all
I hope to receive