instructions

I crave to be loved, pursued.
I want to be loved as I love—
loved like a poet or an artist loves their work.

I want to steal somebody’s breath, their sanity.
I need to be craved,
the kind of devotion people only dream about.

Whispered prayers to my psyche,
Reverent touches that make me feel sacred.

Know my soul and find out what makes me feel alive—
and exploit it, hold it, and match it.

Meet my push with your pull.
Feed my hunger, satiate my soul,
And I promise I will make you whole.