The Blood & The Bones

you devoured me often in the beginning
never as much as I wanted, I’ll admit
but you’d pull me in, savoring
rolling me around in your hungry mouth
I believed myself to be your favorite sustenance

the months and years soon behind us
you reached for me less
even when you did
it felt as if you’d take in only a little, never seconds
then came the days
you’d spit me out

Is it greedy of me to want to feel your teeth again?
to slide over your tongue
to wet your throat and ease your craving
to know that I am
your nourishment?

especially now you don’t reach
at all
what else could I believe except that
I am no longer palatable?
Was I ever?

And the way my mind goes to all the what ifs of course I’ll wonder
did someone else taste better before?
or maybe even after?
removing all desire for what little I have left to offer
even when you say you’re starving

the blood
& the bones