Famished

“And I knew what loving you
would do to me.
But I did it anyway.”

So there I was, sitting there, watching you move. I tried to stay still but I couldn’t fight the slight upward curve of my lips. Or the way my eyes slid down to drink you in like ice water on a hot summer day. I was famished. Dehydrated.

I thought a small taste of you would suffice, so I dared to drink you in. And I was wrong. I knew what loving you would do to me. But I did it anyway.

© Sarah Doughty