I beg you,
Eat me.
Worn me down to marrow,
and swallow my name.
Kiss the back of my mouth and watch me cry.
Feed me with your tongue and teeth.
I'm starved.
A God must feed.
A God must be fed.
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Morning Songs
PoetryMorning songs is a sweet and tragic collection created in a time of unfurling need. A balance between tenderness and the greed of love. Less speaking, and more taking jabs at forcing you to question how much goodness you hold. From syrupy memories...
Saturday
I beg you,
Eat me.
Worn me down to marrow,
and swallow my name.
Kiss the back of my mouth and watch me cry.
Feed me with your tongue and teeth.
I'm starved.
A God must feed.
A God must be fed.
