Stare

I devour you secretly with my eyes.

I am hungry for your presence, ravenous for your beauty.

I want to take you in whole. One magnificent glorious vista, one gorgeous portrait,

one high-definition-full-resolution-never-fading screen capture for my memory.

Such divine visual food to somehow satisfy this desperate, aching desire.

To help sustain me when you are gone.

 

Then I want to take you piece by piece, An inch at a time. An eye, a nail, a lock of hair, the lobe of an ear….

 

Yet I hardly have such control. I take your lips, your mouth, your nose, the hollow of your throat, the elegant swell of your delicious breasts, a wrist, an ankle, an arm, the heavenly architecture of your thighs….

 

I have swallowed you whole again.

 

My eyes devour you like starving man, made weak by famine, who has no sight of his next meal.

 

I try not to stare.