on greed
my love for you
is greedy.
and i want to know
if yours is too.
my love,
as a clashing wave,
forces me down,
and in an ephemeral moment,
that greedy love bewitches me.
she yearns to know.
investigating and inquiring...
wondering and imagining.
you are lucky that you are away.
she sways me
to be something i am not.
greedy.
when i am under her spell,
i want more,
more of you
and more time with you.
because no one
can be around you
for longer than i am.
and no one
can behold you
for longer than i do.
for you are
the treasure in life.
my trove of beauty.
and no one else's.
understand:
she coerces me
to want to know...
who is he?
who is she!
dare i ask?
it's not me.
it's her!
i don't care.
oh but i do.
this greedy love
is possessive
and territorial,
primal and fearful,
out of control,
but passionate.
i know not
how to allot.
and though
this is all hidden...
kept in a confined space,
this greedy love resides
within my mind.
in a dark
harrowing place.
lashing out
ever so particularly.
she knows not
what she does.
oh but i do.
for i am just as that.
