Pica

A Powers
I am hungry for your soul
And you will give it to me
In this pewter bowl
Carved with nymphs and trees
You will dress it with your breath
And the sound of your voice in dark
And toss it with life and death
And the fruit of deism and art
And you will serve it to me
On a platter of your dreams
With bread made of your body
And wine of blood and screams
And I will soft consume you
And you will fuel my need
And softly flutter down and through
And watch me as I feed

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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