Desperate Splintering

A poem I wrote recently spurred on by completing a very good book.

Sometimes I look at you,
the creature I have become,
with a deeply unwavering hunger

the scars,
the same
Smile toothy and rugged

Did you know how to tell directions with a pine needle?

Did you know the soft ache of a life well spent

Do you know how it feels to give another your lifeforce fully and let them snap you,
brittle boned
All love and skin

Somewhere,
deep within the very pit of my stomach 
there is a peculiar feeling 

of satiation,
of sorrow,
of the coffee grounds muddying the water

If i was bleeding would you lick it clean?
would you drag me by the soft tufts of hair at the very back of my head
pulling me to water to drink

I live in this space,
the forlorn in between
A place of a joy so strong it turns bitter

Soft earthy dew
I am the ground 
I am the sun
I am unbound once more