Hysterical letters to my sanity

HUNGRY

I want a love that consumes me, no I want to consume love. I want to eat love like a hungry wolf who hasn't indulged in days, no years. I will give them pieces of me, the ease of my neck, the inner corner of my thigh, the creases under my eyes, the sink of my collar bone and the pits of my knees.
I feel like a cannibal, crazy laying at the base of my tongue. Insanity rolling through my eyes
I want to love all the air from my lungs, to hold a body so close I feel our heart as one. To feel your hair stuck in my skin when we sleep and the sun washed from the open window.
I'm greedy, I want to feel the cool ice of your breath and the hot air of your words. I want all of you, I want too much of you, more than I can give you myself but I will give it all like the sand on the beach in small grains but many.
I want to devour your love, I want more than I need, like a child.
I am avaricious, and that scares you.
I am always famished even after I'm full and that will never stop, the cravings will never be subtle and will cause hurricanes in my belly if not feed properly.
My rib cage is a home for your heart as well as mine and the treasures you give me, peppered kisses, passionate hugs, just holding you tight so I know you're still there. Those moments live in my stomach and fill me like Christmas dinner. But like Christmas dinner there is always room for dessert and there's always room for more of your love, more kisses to drag from you chapped lips, more hugs to be passionate about and there is always more room to pull when I hold you close.
Although one day I know the love will stop coming. I'll put my knife and fork down and stare at the empty plate, once occupied by your love and my bones will scrape together and my stomach will rumble like the Earth is shaking and building are falling and my heart will ache for the warmth of yours as it sits lonely in my bone cage house.
When the love stops coming I'll be hungry again and for years I'll starve and I'll feel like I'm withering away but i know, even though my bones are turning to dust I'm still here and I don't need your love to live fore I can eat my own.