I’ve met a lot of people
who say a lot of words
but not one with a palate
big enough to consume me.
I’ve met a lot of people
with intentions
to devour.
Not one who know how
to unlock
every flavour
with their tongue.
And I burn to meet the person
who makes me burn
longer than the candles we light
to frame the evening,
as we become entangled
only
in each other’s stories.
Many people prefer
sample platters
bitesize pieces
prepackaged snacks
to pair with their favourite wines.
No desire to understand
My flavours
It’s easier to,
override my delicacies,
place me in portions
to be taken
as and when
I seem exquisite.
Yes
I’ve met a lot of people
with a lot of words,
and not many
with anything to say.
They offer me up
For auction
Like a multilingual
Manic pixie fairy
Outraged that
I have nothing to say.