I long ago grew tired
Of begging on my knees
For nothing but a tiny
Taste of your love.
~
Now you walk forward,
Greedy for my attention
And offer me your heart
On a platter of gold.
~
I take it in my hand,
And squeeze out every bit
Of filth that has been sleeping
In it for so many loveless years.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intersections-of-the-heart/
