I am your blown out wish –
with birthday spit

I inflate wanted lists and
your every year –
every anniversary – craving
for gifts
I hope you like it

A fool’s longing is my trick
turning dry thoughts into thirst
before hunger grips

Later your rubbed lust
will open other’s yearning lips –
both set to work
by my dictates
How can I thank you?

I will let you sleep sated –
but cheated
I’ll come back with your waking

Leave a Reply