The Hunger
Aching desire, physical need;
The animal in each of us longing to feed:
On the primal necessity of satisfying the thirst
For companionship, love, and the game
Unversed.
Reckless teasing, innocent play;
Awakens the instinct, though fight as you may:
It consumes to the core of your very existence
and confuses the mind with its incessant persistence.
Provoking, evoking, blind action undefined
and the hunger remains
and common sense resigns itself to the game.
There is no mystery;
There is nothing to hide.
The animal in each of us will not be denied:
...Surrender.
Copyright © Petra Mallett | Year Posted 2006
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