Love letter # 106

Hunger undresses everyone. Desire is a great leveller. Even the Gods have knelt for a kiss. As I do now.

Your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your skin, your hair falling that way, catching the light.

These are the things that undo me. My civilisation, the clever words I protect myself with, my damn restraint. None of it works when you’re near me.

Next to you, I am the king of starvation.

Now you know. If I look like I’m burning, I am.

I had hoped that my silence would last until you chose me – but here I am laid bare. Too hungry for secrets.