Hunger

Hunger


It´s more than an afternoon appetite
It’s a gnawing twisting of the entrails
It’s a wail for nourishment of the soul and form
It can drive one to despair and weaken one’s resolve
It can make a destitute mother give up her son


It can lead one to break rules and beg
For the need is so intense it makes one a fool
It’s acute like the need for air and water
Just to achieve one’s heartfelt desire
Like a drowning man’s fight for life


It’s the ache to entwine lips
Willing the clock hand to stand still
To consume and devour the lover
As if there were no tomorrow
Just this exquisite moment to extend


It can make some sell their body and trade self respect
Or the prisoner´s to taste freedom once again
When seasoned with faith... it’s invincible
For it’s the hunger of the spirit to return to the living
To get off the spinning wheel of the laboratory


It can be a keen hunger to create
Or of the flower delicately poised
To be kissed by the sun and taste rain
What is really comes down to...
Is the hunger to be loved

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