On my way home, after a bad a time
and I'm caught in a thunderstorm
It takes a long time, to move my
feet through the mud
and self pity

I'm hungry
for white-blonde hair and green eyes
or steak and strawberries
but I go to bed with an empty stomach
and dream so vividly
that you lost your tongue
to a stray dog at the bar

Your legs are wrapped around my waist
I put my hand around your throat
and you press your hips into mine.
I'm hungry.
I move my lips to your throat and
you inhale sharply.
I'm so hungry.
I bite you, maybe too hard,
but you don't make
a sound