Adoration

Eating off the floor at your feet
The crumbs that fall from your lips
Gentle and light like feathers
Drifting down to be devoured.

The crumbs that fall from your lips
I watch with hope and hunger.
Drifting down to be devoured,
Your sweet cast-offs are my milk.

I watch with hope and hunger
The swelling of your young skin.
Your sweet cast-offs are my milk,
I suckle like a babe while

Eating off the floor at your feet.