the lust for bitter living
in pain
knowing such sweet succulence
tender &
open to infliction
on the forest floor
sunlight
between the leaves
eating
where the water
waiting
sprouts seeding
seedling sated
no longer thirsty for
darkness or droughts of
shadow cast
sun blade
cutting

the blanket of death
falling
peaking through the
moth-holes
like stars
hidden

excited when
after a long cold
the taste of blood
again