You asked me of a poem
I offered you all my emptiness and melancholy
You sniffed out the quietness of the woods
And yelled out for a Poem.
I offered you my thighs and breasts
You chewed off its woody stem
You cry loud. “Damn, I want a poem”.
I tear open my wrists
My bleeding veins I offer you
Ink runs from the corners of your mouth
You belch yet cry for more….