Hunger's Two Eyes

Two frayed starlit eyes meet mine.

Rattling cue balls in pockets.

a planet’s revolution

on a schizophrenic axis

So her eyes found mine.

Her white forehead gleamed

under parking lot lights

A translucent plain formed

before life began. My lips planted

orchids, lilies, trees of flowery abundance.

I slid my rough thumb along the spots my lips

found - releasing the damp easel of her face

to allow it, once more, to be hers.

Our hunger found their equal. A ratio abandoned by

mathematical qualities and replaced

with lips, teeth, tongues, twisting faces, grasping arms

and hot breath.

Our noses wrestled and we laughed.

“Now that was a kiss” she said.

She draped her limbs against the drivers seat,

her neck angled back and her eyes

forming two slits energized by a renewed

lazy lioness ferocity.

With an eyebrow raised and

a smirk pulling at my mouth

I responded,

“I’m already forgetting, remind me.”

And so she did.