Covetise
I am your blown out wish –
rich
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