THIRST & HUNGER

(Once Titled: Love in all we Mirror)

Thirst~~

 

Oh hollow Thirst!  

How it drowns life's liquid scenes,

All trenchant memory now

dries the tongue;

When recollection swims with dire aches

In the stomach lingering

Deserts 

once oasis-providence:

              the ease of us

              sifting with the sand

Minutes limpid between caress

Creation our chalice overflows

Quenching in and each other

Love for water

As the hours go touching vastness'

Opening us / heaven's sky

Illuminating in you

Assuage and succor...

But I am drought and man

Flesh heavy / crawling through

War's searing hills

Chafed of what made me fearless

A Traveler discarding haste,

Still Thirsty for those palm trees’ shading moments

Still just pictures of bodies felt yet still feeling

It is as though affliction’s game

To wait

Between search and weaning

No swift elixir

I am just a bare tree leaning

for love's rain...

 

This Thirst is deeper than remembering

The drink that once was Us

 

 

Hunger~~

 

Halcyon: bathing in your adoration,

Nothing so sinful, or miniscule, as to need

Redemptive rinses and the spirit

 

When we were

As what we only knew how to be

Ourselves yet together sharing feasts

Which we lay out for each other

Ceremonious only through having its discovery

Knowing to trust in this (which is between us)

 

Oh How to feed the hunger I have longed for

Softer than the dew on skin

When we have the outdoors with our mischief

 

Attentive as the grass when we look within…

 

These eyes that pierce me now

Understanding / how my breath shivers

With the slight tips of tender fingers

Through a body famished and weakened,

 

Needing

 

The food from in between kiss and spark

On a smile that shares heaven’s glee

In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer

Rather than being told to eat

 

Reverie of wines tasted, the lifting of all things

To a memory, yet not having the full course

Of dining with serenity, finding that destiny

Has yet to begin

When love was the race I was questioning

And kind supposedly human

And dreams came true with happy endings

 

Hunger can make the world seem cruel

When we give up on searching for meaning

We ourselves make

The feast of meals

with our believing …

 

 

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

This poem has a magnificence that is truly unique. Bravo Sir!

[Matching Socks]

This is fabulous Butch. Wonderful images.
Appeals to the very simplest of our human emotions.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thanks Ana, could you do me a favor and read against the bricks? Tell me what you think... I was getting this jive rhythm flow going, but wonder if I finished or if the idea got thru

[Matching Socks]

Sure, I will. :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

This is a very interesting poem ... so many visual pictures and good to read out loud. Thank you.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thanks for your review.

[Sami Khalil]

"Oh How to feed the hunger I have longed for

Softer than the dew on skin

When we have the outdoors with our mischief



Attentive as the grass when we look within…



These eyes that pierce me now

Understanding / how my breath shivers"

That is what you call great poetry. A very well written poem...:)

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)