I Prefer the Wind Outdoors

I am hungry and
So are you.
I breath you in and taste
Your lips.
Your heart reached out
to Swallow me whole

Would you have me
dwell inside you
like Jonah in the whale?
Will there be the bones of others
You’ve consumed?
Long forgotten delicacies
Left to decompose?
Or am I the first

Is it your hunger that
Paints my moonlit flesh
In shades of
Powdered sugar on top?

Or is it something essential that your spirit craves?
Some absence in yourself
That you smell in me.

I’ve been in dark interiors.
I’ve smelled the dank of other’s
insides.
I’ve fed myself, piece by piece to
Lovers before
To a bottle
To a should be

I prefer the wind outdoors
I wish
your only want was to
Smooth my tears
To hold my hand and taste my
Worn down fingers
Never biting

To breath in my breath as I exhale
To let it mix with yours

To pluck an apple from a tree
and offer me a bite