Feed

Photo by Ainsley Allmark

I have patience with

you, my bride.  You wax, you wane;

I'll feed when you're full.

As you work your way

through the sky.  You wax, you wane;

I'll feed when you're full.

Pulling my blood like

a warm tide.  You wax, you wane;

I'll feed when you're full.

I'm patient, 

but I'll not be denied.

Submitted to Haiku Heights, Poetry Jam, and my G-Man's fiction in 55.  Hey, it's a hat trick!

Editorial Note:  Dear G-Man, I nearly drove myself stark raving insane to get that to 55 words.  Only for you, my friend.