Love: The Feast on Soul

By Shristi Singh

Idea: Is your other half completing you whole or eating you whole

Bitter sweetness, a piercing thorn,

Love, a tempest, wild and worn. 

Aches and fears in tandem dance, 

Self-doubt whispers, a shadowed trance. 

In mirrors, we judge, in solitude, we part, 

From kin and comrades, love cleaves the heart. 

Selfish whispers, a creeping shroud, 

In vanity's echo, we stand alone, proud. 

With cruelty's hand, we act in ways untold, 

Our gentle natures turned to ice, so cold. 

Yet, we crave the flames, the searing heat, 

For love's promise is a wish so sweet.

 A tumultuous voyage through stormy seas,

 Yet we embark willingly, with shaky knees.

 For when love feels right, it's not simply ease,

 But a force that demands, that brings us to knees. 

A strength to discern the true from the feigned, 

In love, the weak-hearted cannot be sustained.

So feast on my soul, consume me whole, 

For I am but a pilgrim, seeking solace for my soul. 

Yet, in this banquet of passion, where I lay my heart to dine, 

I serve myself with joy, for love's a challenge, truly divine. 

So, my love, did my heart taste sweet, 

As you devour my soul, is your feast complete?

By Shristi Singh