New Poem: "My Love Feeds on Your Love" / by Shanelle Gabriel

A poem from my show "Slam 103: Historical Remix" for the Lincoln Center Meet the Artist Series


Inspired by Pablo Neruda's "If You Forget Me"

"My love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live

it will be in your arms

without leaving mine. "


 

 

I can't lie...

It's true...

I've got a BIG appetite

I crave random things all the time

On any given night peanut butter and jelly is what I crave

These days guacamole is all the rage

I’m always hungry

My belly a bottomless pit

My mom swore I had a tapeworm

I tried to explain it

Was just something I was born with

I'm always hungry

Starving...

For love and attention

Thirsty for true affection

From loved ones and strangers

My love feeds on your love

Wishing I didn't have this constant

Gnawing at my being

Wishing I could be one of those people

Who don't need people

Seem to be so full of themselves that they're always full with themselves

No room for anyone else

But I know the truth

No matter how hard they try to deny,

The craving strikes

See we were created to love

To love love

Not to live on bread and water alone

But on living connection

We need friendship like oxygen

In a world where to feed on

The need for engagement with humanity is called weak

A world where to expect people to fuel your life with love

is considered vanity

To admit you just want to be wrapped in someone's arms

held tight and told everything will be alright

Is not low self-esteem

It's a part of our being

My love feeds on your love

And your love on mine

Our happiness hangs on how much good we can give to others

How many prayers we can answer for the Divine

My love feeds on your love

So learn to savor the way kind words

Tastes on your lips

As long as you live

Let morsels of hate roll off your plate

Don't be afraid to open your table

To put your heart in someone's arms

Cause no matter how hungry you might be

Someone else out there is starved

We all feel awkward

Get lonely

Think no one understands

The pain we feel

Hurt people tend to hurt people

But through healing others

Our own hearts can heal

And the world may run out of guacamole

Peanut butter and jelly

But I can say with certainty

The passion in your pot

Will never run empty

May the spoon of your tongue

Always ready to serve words

To be heard by someone

Who needs a lil somethin somethin

To get them through

A bad day and a tough time

Tell them

My heart, my soul, my love

It will be yours, in your arms

without ever leaving mine.