Hunger

     

Starving hands

trace the parts of me

that ebb and flow,

dip their famished fingers alongside

ravenous toes into honey

that promises sweetness to taste; to run

soft and clear, enough

to sate, and so generously nourish;

…temperate heartbeats and arms,

consider half-wants to cherish, and gently,

they lay them aside;

needing

is the only thing that matters

tonight, and tomorrow

there will be infinite, beautiful time

for talking and words enough…

this tender moment

there is nothing

more important

to discuss

than veiled desires

just barely revealed;

…for nothing was ever

more precious and true

as the way that this hunger feels.