More and more frequently the edges
Of me dissolve and I become
A wish to assimilate the world, including
You, if possible through the skin
Like a cool plant’s tricks with oxygen
And live by a harmless green burning.
I would not consume
You or ever
Finish, you would still be there
Surrounding me, complete
As the air.
Unfortunately I don’t have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
And teeth and other non-green
Things which rule out osmosis.
So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:
This kind of hunger draws
Everything into its own
Space; nor can we
Talk it all over, have a calm
There is no reason for this, only
A starved dog’s logic about bones.