*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.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
*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.
Jickob Eddan Lim, please be mine.
