a poem

Flowerbed, Paul Klee


I followed the trail 
you marked
with soft, warm, 
love-like morsels.

I savored each crumb
that led me to your bed.

You kissed me 
with those tidbits 
on your lips,
the fragments dissolved 
on my tongue,
bitterly sweet, 
a taste I loved,
a taste I craved.

The moment you left,
my heart lost her beat,
fell out of sync, 
sank with fatigue,
my stomach roared,
with hunger.

You are lovely
but all you offer
as nourishment
is empty.


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