My Petal

My body thirsts for you.    
enslaving me until
there isn't space  
for anything else.    
Words, imagery, prose    
no longer quench    
my desire to have you.   
I quiver at the thought    
of opening myself to you,    
of you tasting the dew    
from my petal,    
gradually coming undone    
only to have you gather me,    
piece by piece,    
reassembling me until    
I become the girl    
you yearn to possess.