Pieces of you

Not unlike Icarus,
We still want to fly
closer to the sun...
Transfixed as to why it burns,
Burning each other differently.
You asked me
"what possibly could I offer?"
I've got my answer now...
You.
Everything that is left over.
When everything else is spent.
When all you have left is a tired
goofy smile and just your
presence...
That’s what I’ll take.
I wish I could better describe
what you stir, but if you’ll
afford me this,
let me in...
Let me dine on
Pieces of you...