SoulReserve

hunger

this constant
insatiable need of you

it starts
with a craving
and grows

burgeons
into pangs of hunger

sweeps me
into moods
I cannot decipher

I pluck a kiss
or two

a touch

until I am
stretching

curving, bending
straining

imagining you
poured
into everything.

© SoulReserve 2019

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