Poem: A wish

I used to wish that you would wrap your lost and lonely tendrils
around my wounded, weeping heart.

I wanted to be devoured.
I wanted to be consumed.
I wanted love to eat me, like
she were a black hole, and
I, the universe.

My wish was a whisper,
and it came from a storm.
Thunder on the bow of a boat,
torrents and lightning,
rain and passion.

My wish was as true as tomorrow,
and it was a fanged demon feasting on my mind.
Plunging its clawed hands into that most integral organ,
and serving chunks of brain matter for its dinner.

How do you stop a wish once it’s been made?
Ever elusive answer, do not come to me.

Now that my heart has stopped
its bleeding,
and you are less than a phantom
at the edge of my dreams – with
gentle hand and tender soul,
my mind has become its own again,
and I have a new wish.

A wish I’d like to whisper.
A wish I’d like to scream.