The dreaded holidays recede.
Greed and gluttony,
bogus religiosity,
mandatory jollity,
painful remembrance,
all depart for another year.
The merchandising serpents,
having sold their apples,
slither back to their offices
to count the take.
The usurers smile
and unbutton their vests.
The God of Mammon
is sated for a while.
The possibilities
of real life return
and that is truly
something to celebrate.
  - mce

I think of my favorite food  everyday
No,  I think I want to have it every moment
I am always hungry
I am craving too much of it
But I cannot always have it

I always want to see my favorite place
That beach,  its shore
I want to swim in its blue water
I want to play in its sand
I am wanting to be there always
But I can't be there whenever I want

I always want to hear my favorite song
But the radio doesn't always play it
I always wait for it to be played
On different radio stations
But it seems I am the only one requesting for it

You would say unlucky I am
But you're wrong
I am so lucky
For I have what I want when I really need it
Not when I just want it

I know I just need to adjust
How to control this craving.

You call it drowning, but I call it breathing.
For I kiss temporary lips with permanence hoping I can train them to stay.

i was never fond of grand gestures
until i had you looking at me from under your eyelashes
and for something that seems so insignificant, it left me aching for something i never even knew i craved.
but i do
i crave it like i crave your hands on my spine and my hands on your lips.
i crave it like i crave foggy mornings with my hand in yours and coffee in the kitchen and the promise of you
still
being there.
i was always warned of pretty boys with knobby knees and spidery fingers
but i was never one to flinch away from marble smiles
the coolness refreshing on my overheated cheeks that can only come from the rush of affection that the constellations inside of you impressed upon me.
your elbows sprouting daisies and i would want nothing more than to weave them into my hair but you arent a garden and the soul living inside of you is too big for your body and instead of withering it spindles out and it wraps around me and i am so
thankful.

There's a celestial pain that trickles beneath my skin
As it suffices...
I find beauty for the state I'm in
For as the roots flow deep,cutting through my heart strings

Playing a symphony


that you'll always win.

I want two bottle nutella
I want three pack of skittles
I want two Pepsi
I want fried chicken with cajun seasoning
I want lasagna
Mostly i want foods

You never really notice
How big your tiny bed is
Or how little space you take up
As you try to fill the emptiness next to you
Until you're craving somebody to fill the space for you.

And then you realize:
Only that person can.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)