More and More

"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."

Margaret Atwood