Feast – Unfinished poem

I hunt for you in the darkness of my day,
On the prowl for your wonderful words and
Succulent sentences.
My tongue glides over my impatient teeth,
I still find pieces of you now and again.
Raw and delicate.

You search for me in the brightness of your day,
Bearing a basket of the finest condiments and compliments.
Your flesh is peppered with my eagerness,
Claw marks like constellations on your back.

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