“ what little boys eat ”
c.2001, Miriam M. WynnI am desired
by the one
I desire;I watch his lust
head toward me
and I burn
so stealthily;the way he walks over to me
speaks of an animal treadhe has no restraint
he is selfish
and he is spoiled
a little boy ready to play.and he won’t stand for anything else
than what he desires;
he comes toward me
determinedly, and hungrily;
he’ll devour all of me --
because that’s how little boys eat:forcefully and vehemently
he presses his skin to mine
his lips and teeth
are conquerors in this game of warthe battle must prove that he shall win
and it won’t happen any other way;
king of the hill, victorious will,
cause that’s how little boys play;hungry, hungry
all the time,
wolfing down this heart of mine;
and I love to be consumed,
without regard for gentleness;like the kindling for the fire
like foul upon a spit
like wine in olden times
like water, like air,
like life.