Up Staged

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…

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