Kneel, love, and pledge me your love,
sacrifice every whim, every gift, every whiff
of emotion- I will claim it and eat it and taste
its fresh vibrance upon my stale tongue.
No, dearheart, not in want of your heart,
or your flesh, even
your pearly white shimmering soul
with its little blind light
signalling into the universe:
'Come and get me!'
like a shy hungry pear
paired up with my feet
for nothing as sweet