Friday, August 7, 2009
i hunger for you, and the scent of your flesh draws me, and
i hunt the endless darkness for your limbs and breasts,
the glowing ember of the breath of your eyes steal the night, and
i thirst for your heaving moan, and long to taste the sharp mystery of hips and to hear the sweet smooth hymn of your thighs,
the bread of your body nourishes me, fills the dark craving of my appetite
the silence that my devouring mouth brings to your body, aches to the marrow of your creation,
and my need discovers you in the spent lines in the sepia of history and clinging to the ash of my memory.
i hunt the moments for you, tearing and rending the air of when you have been,
and in my despair i gnaw and gnaw on the yellow fluted bones of others,
and find only the sting of salt and a deeper craving for your flesh,
for your mouth, for your moist breath, for the whispered promise of your hips, to sink my teeth into the deep musk of your longing.
i hunger the night through till all is gulp down and devoured,
and my mouth still craves the wet taste of you. i starve on the air and sea, and thirst in the silver light of passing.
i hunger for the hard sweetness of your breasts, and to swallow the burning sting of your white sharp hips.
i hunt the night for a scent of you, i breathe deep pulling in the abrasive darkness, tasting its bitter bite.
and i hunger.