Whatever made me want to chase you, when I was hungry for some meat?
Your kind is lean and leaves me wanting, much too small to eat,
But even a well chewed bone can satiate my yearning,
When my wanting flesh lay bare and burning,
So still I stalk the shadows of my notebook page,
Where descending lines set a perfect stage,
For you to stand in the limelight of my covetous eye,
And share with me a lover’s sigh…