More and more frequently the edges
　　of me dissolve and I become
　　a wish to assimilate the world, including
　　you, if possible through the skin
　　like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
　　and live by a harmless green burning.
　　
　　I would not consume
　　you or ever
　　finish, you would still be there
　　surrounding me, complete
　　as the air.
　　
　　Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
　　Instead I have eyes
　　and teeth and other non-green
　　things which rule out osmosis.
　　
　　So be careful, I mean it,
　　I give you fair warning:
　　
　　This kind of hunger draws
　　everything into its own
　　space; nor can we
　　talk it all over, have a calm
　　rational discussion.
　　
　　There is no reason for this, only
　　a starved dog's logic about bones.