I look down at my plate, having eaten all I took from you.
You, that lay before me on a silver platter.
I survey you. For more is what I desire.
I’d ask for more, but you deny me.
I’d steal more, but you catch me.
But I want you to fill me up and over flow
My plate with your flesh and bone in side me.
I fear it will not be enough and
One day, I’ll reach for a platter vacant of you.