Still tasting it
feeling the rush
off its fill
although hours
nay! days have passed
without

Oh! The hunger
The yearning for another
taste
longing to feast
on the flesh
and the blood
visualised
in words

Starvation
days without
even drops
dripping
****** letters
onto a page
inviting to drink
days without
sentences filling
screens
like a syringe
ready
to penetrate
the soul
with the essence
of dream