Angler Love

Where does this leave us?
The emptiness of me
and the fullness of you,
I struggle to find the balance,
devouring the stars you
sing down from the sky,
these dead lights,
they burn inside for a while,
lures in my eyes,
Angler like,
but perhaps I too am just
all darkness inside,
only wanting to consume,
to make you a fusion
of myself,
in that strange sort of
predatory romance
in which two bodies
become fused as one.
I know I may ask for too much,
more than any as a right
because this insatiable need
to quench my thirst
for you.