my elbows are burnt and waiting
gingerly, i ask of you more than you are willing
i know that the most power is in the words
i can’t help but hunger at your eyes
but my elbows are burnt and waiting
and i have little to say to a face, it begs me not to speak
i am confident in what you have for me
it is enough to live on
and i eat less than i should of your words
but your eyes i will lick clean
