The Hunger And The Thirst Poem by Katrina Harms

a cup to my lips, my love
and your fingers unfolded around me
Scraping away the light
to me you are the elegant fountain
From which I drink,
I am the valley of bones.
I know your scent like the predator its quarry
and my hunger will not be sated this night
nor the next nor the next
My heart, a wearied soldier, has come home
to your waiting arms, has known
Each tender inch and quarter, its season and habit
So drink, as I am drunk
and consume as I am consumed
Devour me, I will sustain you-

For your love shall give me new life.