request

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