I Want Flopsy, Though I've Been Known to Settle for Mopsy

This is actually a poem from a couple of years ago, but gimme a break, I'm sleepy.:)

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I want to possess you.
Keep you, sweet,
like cardamom and honey in a dark lacquered bowl.
Own every pure inch of you,
Know you are like an exhausted swimmer--
you've come too far into me,
and you can't make it back to shore.
I want your every move and thought recorded by me
In small, detailed writing, locked up
And hidden from all other prying eyes.

I want you to be a secret from me.
When I scale your walls they should be infinite,
unceasing.
Your soul like a koan,
Your heart a riddle.
When I throw a stone into your well
I want no answering echo, only depths.
I want to wander the forest of you,
growling and pacing with frustration,
My jaws slavering with hunger never sated.

I look at your face, with tenderness,
Your cheek stained always that blushing red,
As if a lover's lips have permanently marked the vibrant skin.
But your eyes are really children's books
I have imagined to be the deepest works of literature,
Your mind a one-way street I have built into the maziest of labyrinths.
You are the canvas I paint all of my desires upon,
The simple snack I have made into a truffled caviared feast,
The golden idol I have built from my own frustrations.
You are my worst humiliation, my most crushing defeat.