devour

Devour me
said the sky to the sun

bend me to your will
And it does, most cloudless days,

bending blue, an ache
both sorrowing and joyous.

Devour me
said the wick to the flame

let me burn, just that moment
So it does. I feel

something stir, like the wind just rising,
I cannot tell

if I hunger, or am hungered for.