Morsels
Too much.
Too fast.
This much won't last.
Not at this pace.
Need is a taste
but want is the whole platter
and a steady serving of the latter
is worth resting after
but we never really
ever get to that part.
We keep in mind
and still fall behind;
losing from the start
trying to race with swollen hearts.
This pace is not healthy
but we implore what isn't helping.
So much.
So fast.
So high.
Do I even fear the crash
when we fly anymore?
Nah. Fuck that.
Let's gulp and guzzle
from that secret stash.
Let's make this last forever
(and ever)
(and ever)
You know that I love you
but I'm puzzled
by a scratched record
worn through with passion.
Were there not enough rations left over?
Which of us crept closer
to climb over the fence
for an extra glimpse
and failed to forewarn
about the depleting numbers?
Has unchecked gluttony
caused this subsequent hunger?
Are we really so starved at this juncture?
Do we nibble?
Should we fast?
Will so little truly last
these measurements so meager?
I mean, I'm still eager
so long as the heart is.
This part is the hardest
but we can scrape
and chip away at the day
and hold these pieces tight;
bound by hope that the night
might preserve portions so frail
before they can succumb
to this thick, haughty air
that slowly makes crumbs stale.
There was a thrumming pang
but we can numb the pain long enough
to keep it all together
and even when I'm fraying at the seams,
I'll still keep some tucked into the creases
so you can have a piece of my love.
(It's waiting for you.)
Just savor what is left.
It's still yours.
Devin Joseph Metz
7.7.21
