I want to feed you
Spoonfuls of my heart
Each day
Until there is nothing in me
See you swallow it down
Pink mouthful
By pink mouthful
Until the spoon gleams clean
I want to hold your hand
Feel your thumb in my palm
My rings on your skin
A different fistful of fingers
Take the heart
Take the hand
And do not return them to me..
Comments
darkoe2lh2k | July 27, 2010 - 09:06
what a lovely poem very nice
trickymac | August 3, 2010 - 09:48
I really like this - very devoted - know the feeling. Perhaps i would take out like medicine as it the image is very obvious. Enjoyed it.
caribou_ | August 3, 2010 - 10:03
Thanks Trickymac- makes sense to take out 'medicine' - I agree! Cheers x