Gluttonous

by Lenore Amaya

If I reach out, I could pry off your fingers
wrapped around my glass heart. Try to brush
away your embossed fingerprints.

Your incandescent irises remove the barricades inside
until like a derelict pond, the surface no longer reflects.

Never was one to narrate my own story.
Always so pleased to listen to yours because only
your voice can fill the crater you made.

And every time your song starts, I try singing along with you
but I never know the words.

Yet, I leave the meadow every time you call
because you need me under your starlight eyes.
Only to feed me your thorn pricked memories.