1

I'd kill you
If I were to.

The reason I dare
is the thirst I can't bear
for the sweet dreams your having
which I have been craving
for the past few years.

Funny isn't it to see
what scarcity does to sanity.
It drives people crazy all busy to kill
drawn into role play of hunters and prey
with blood shot eyes full of hunger.

This is not hunger.
It has nothing to do with taste.
Thirst is what it is.
For dreams that go to waste.
The abundant is the most valuable.

So give me that piece of mind,
I will absorb it eagerly
into my veins, onto my cells
the dreams will spread soothingly
to give my mind some peace.

Although I know,
only fools take in all they can
overtaken by their own greed
they take the world as an
all-you-can eat buffet.

The world is not a buffet.
Nothing comes if nothing goes.
You will see how naturally everything flows
if you look carefully underneath and above
the most abundant keeps the world alive.

If dreams were to flow on and on through the day
visible to the eye, there would be no one to deny
how beautiful they are how precious and sweet
but sadly in the sun they melt
at dawn to forever be gone.

That is why I lick off the tip
of your tongue as aphides sip
a drop of dew on morning leaf tips.
Before the sun shines and everything dries
I enjoy the moist that was meant to be mine.

I would like to live
as I would like you to do too,
as I live on your dreams
(or 'your dreams are my living')
strange as it seems
but it is true, I need you.




End of poem 1.