THIRST
Oh hollow Thirst!
How it drowns life's liquid scenes,
All trenchant memory now
dries the tongue;
When recollection swims with dire aches
In the stomach lingering
Deserts
once oasis-providence:
the ease of us
sifting with the sand
Minutes limpid between caress
Creation our chalice overflows
Quenching in and each other
Love for water
As the hours go touching vastness'
That open us / our heaven's sky :
Illuminating in you
Both assuage and succor...
But I am drought and man
Flesh heavy / crawling through
War's searing hills
Chafed of what made me fearless . . .
A Traveler discarding haste,
Still Thirsty for those palm trees’ shading moments
Still just pictures of bodies felt
and yet still feeling.
It is as though an affliction’s game
To wait
Between search and weaning
No swift elixir
I am just a bare tree leaning
praying for love's rain...
This Thirst is deeper than remembering
The drink that once was Us.
. . . .
HUNGER
Halcyon: bathing in your adoration,
Nothing so sinful, or miniscule, as to need
Redemptive rinses and the spirit
When we were
As what we only knew how to be
Ourselves yet together sharing feasts
Which we lay out for each other
Ceremonious only through having its discovery
Knowing to trust in this (which is between us)
Oh How to feed the hunger I have longed for
Softer than the dew on skin
When we have the outdoors with our mischief
Attentive as the grass when we look within…
These eyes that pierce me now
Understanding / how my breath shivers
With the slight tips of tender fingers
Through a body famished and weakened,
Needing
The food from in between kiss and spark
On a smile that shares heaven’s glee
In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer
Rather than being told to eat
Reverie of wines tasted, the lifting of all things
To a memory, yet not having the full course
Of dining with serenity, finding that destiny
Has yet to begin
When love was the race I was questioning
Kind supposedly human
And dreams came true with happy endings?
Hunger can make the world seem cruel
When we give up on searching for meaning
We ourselves make
The feast from meals
with our believing …