Covet
How the eyes hunger
and the heart starves,
fish-bones in the sand;
the deprivation slaver
juices from the jowl,
ravished contraband.
The deserts shimmer,
jackals stalk,
snarling from the throat;
the primal deviation
tearing up the world,
craven and remote.
The blood flexes
and the fist rapes,
cartilage cracking bone;
pulse quickens,
eyes widen
for her flesh alone.
How the earth trembles
and the nerves twitch
in vibrant sympathy;
how the eyes implore
and the heart covet
the epitome of she.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
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