Taster (Poetry)

You have fed me crumbs
for too long —
exquisite morsels dropped
from your overflowing plate —
those tiny melting mouthfuls
adoration with a piquant aftertaste
of hate
that only wets
my growing appetite.

Is this sweet poison some recipe
all your own ?
Addiction has me patient
as some pup
too eager — quivering
while you teasingly hold up
a titbit just beyond
my lips and tongue
then toss it...
One dizzy gulp and
love is gone.