Aoife

When I think of you
I feel
highly charged
in a carnivorous sort of way
Aggressive even
Primal

and my teeth weep
for the want
to mar
your succulant flesh

Would your salts
sugars and minerals
while my mouth gnaws
on your sweaty barren skin
make me an addict ?

Will you feed
but once less a thousand times
this accursed hunger
or satisfy my eternal lust

That i may roam
no more
against the wilderness of nomadic solitude

Lie no more
on loveless ground

wake not in stark sobriety
to the blip of a charging cellphone
or a stab of morning sun

but slumber drunkenly
in the hammock of your breasts