The eighth poem from my poetry collection Conception.

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Such Thirst

I watch as you sleep
– mouth still sucking in milk –
while I drink you in with my eyes.
Awake, you gulped and glugged,
like an athlete preparing to race.
Now I too drink in greedily,
infinitely, breathlessly
– like a fire-eater with flames in the throat
or a desert traveller deprived of fresh water –
until it seems like a deluge
cascading inside me.
I feel myself swell and grow fat.
But sated, still I can’t stop.
I have never known such greed,
such gluttony, such thirst,
and still I keep drinking,
faster than my throat can swallow,
still I keep drinking,
until surely one day I must burst.