like the blood that seeps through the holes n gaps in my skin i patch it up with paper and tape but what lays underneath calls every blade to my skin i try again to keep it away but it causes a hunger that's impossible to satisfy in any other way
For as long as I can remember, the women of my family have lived in hunger like hulking tigers in a cramped cage. Love is quickly used up, its quality fading from golden light into grainy shadows flicked haphazardly across God’s great canvas. After Love departs, nothing remains but the splinters where we have torn away limbs and dug holes in search of that light again, the flecks of gold streaked through our hair, the ones that know better than revisit our homes. When we give up, we sit in our drab backyards to watch the sun sink over a police state masquerading as the ultimate state of grace. We tuck our freedoms into bed, kiss our sacred rights goodnight in case we never get the chance to lead by the hand into the light of day, and sneak back down to the kitchen for one last snack, maybe two. Maybe more, maybe our mouths wait in secret to transform into one bottomless pit as we reach with every breath we take for something we have always known and long since learned we’ll never be able to grasp in our earthly fingers.
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i don't think you understand just how hungry i am for you my lips water at the very thought of your skin against mine all teeth and claws and hands in my hair eyes alive with starvation fork and knife ready begging you to let me eat you whole.
Today, hunger is staring at me gauntly Always at my elbow as I cradle my baby Standing by my bedside when I wake up empty Tapping on my shoulder while I pray on crooked knees Holding my hand with every swaying step
Today, hunger is staring at me gauntly Hunger that stops the movement of life Hunger that taunts while I gnaw on roots and bark Hunger that makes sense of what was once senseless Hunger that watches the corpses pile up in the fields
Today, hunger is staring at me gauntly Shaking each breath from my body Face reduced to shadow, arms outstretched I swallow my saliva and vow someday That I would end this hunger of mine
Let us fall, Fall into a satin-sheeted bed, As our passions push us into an intertwine,
As each touch waivers away our ornaments, That are nothing but a bother, So that our skins may kiss,
Let my lips caress upon you, And caress I shall, Till the roses of desire that blossom on your cheeks, Grows and spread to all points intimate, As the garnered juices of intimacy between your thighs, Waterfalls down your legs,
Shall our hearts pound as hard as the bed rattles, As we feast upon our lusts, as if there were no more morrows.
You weren't the butterflies in my stomach —no, you were the ache in my chest. You were the lust in my eyes and the longing in my bones. And there's nothing I can do to shake the stinging feeling of wasps one my skin, in the places you should be.
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You were the definition of Satisfaction. You were the blood in my veins, and the smoke in my lungs. I was addicted to you in the worst of ways. It was you who could quench the eternal thirst at my lips. And it was you who could satisfy the ravenous hunger in my bones. You were everything I needed all at once. And You gave me everything I ever wanted. A love that consumed me.
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