at this point,

you could kill me if you wanted to.
you could sublimate me, conjugate me like a verb.
you could tear me apart,
consume my flesh, lap up my blood.
you could steep me like tea
and i would love you.

i love you
and that is the beginning and that is the end.

dear you,

I put your love
On the tip of my tongue,
Masticate
and swallow.

you choke me,
like you always do -
but this time,
from the inside.

dear you,

I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.
Not like this.

It was not this.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

- Anne Carson