Starvin'

Can’t give a starvin’ girl
raw meat right away,
not when she’s been pickin’ bones.
Hungry baby bird mouth,
greedy cluck and crow,
don’t mean she’s ready.
Give it to her slow and steady—
easy does it baby morsels,
tender bitty nibbles,
a slow and sticky suck.
Girl thinks she knows—
she wants it now.
You know better.
Catch her up and give her
one mouthful at a time,
until her dog-hungry belly
and rattle-boned body
can meet that appetite—
then you can feed her craving,
and let that laid-away
trickling of your love
flood her eager mouth.