I want a poem

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….

© Sarada
April 6,2016

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