Hungry For You

[Dark Muse]

Hungry For You

I would devour you
by the inch
enshrouded
within my depths.

Let me drown you
in my blood
quietly
in the night
I steal your breath.

My eyes follow
you around the room
vigilantly watching.

And your movements
become imprinted
in my memory.

Every moment
I am there
in shadow
or in light.

Inhaling
the scent of you
like a wolf
I will always find
you.

Absorb me
into your pores
and consume me
in your mind.

Because
each pulse
of your blood
calls my name.

And I am carved
into your flesh
bone deep.

[deryk]

I really appreciate the (edit: )ravenous instincts in this. You make it appear quite natural. Is it cold where you live? I always get a strong sensation of temperature in your poems without you mentioning it explicitly.

(Edit: )Sorry, "craven" wasn't the correct word - I used before, unless the poem indicates a motivation of fear of loneliness?

[Dark Muse]

It is actually the opposite for me. I live somewhere it does not get very cold, but I constantly long for the cold and I love winter, so I do often draw upon winter like imagery and am in many ways inspired by winter and weather assocaited with winter in my poems.

[deryk]

I see. I'm a cold weather connoisseur. My region only has cold winters and hot summers, the latter I can't tolerate. I'm very partial to cool colors and tones myself.

[WolfLarsen]

I like this. It's very passionate. It's very hungry. It's almost cannibalistic. Beautifully disturbing!

[Dark Muse]

Beautifully disturbing!

That is awsome! Thank you!

[drago]

And I am carved
into your flesh
bone deep.

I really liked this in its entirety but the last stanza, especially. Very Sylvia Plath right here.