I like the way
some words
crunch
between my teeth
and slide off
my tongue
like butter

that creamy
frothy bite
which tingles your
your lips

A language
so beautiful
leaves me starving
for more

Almost as if it
were an unquenchable
thirst for sticky
lines
that swells your
heart strings
when those words
are spoken

Poetry is a banquet
for hungry souls

everyday it feels
as if i hunt
for more
to digest

plunging in whole
heartidly
In a wordy abyss

That gut wrenching
throat tightening
excitement
that i can’t seem
To grasp onto

That is what i crave for