I'M HUNGRY-

I woke up, moaning
through my thoughts
of you-

Tracing night,
under blankets
and clouds, reaching
for your hand to touch,
to hold, to simply rest
in dark night and slip
away... away...
into deep sleep, rich.

Your presence, present
clutching my long
purple pillow, the one
I sleep with, every night...
every night, I think
of you...
I search for, you.

In the night,
my mind can't
Silence-
retention presses,
pushing pressures against
​sensation and sound,
I'm not even awake-
Unconscious, I seek...
You
Conscious, I look for...
You
My eyes, my mouth,
my lips, my tongue
in unison Whisper...
Whisper... Whisper...
​
(( I miss him ))

Only God, Himself hears
such rustling ache
in those languished hours
passed midnight
and you, show up
on the scent of my hands,
your seed spilled, drawn
across my chest

In the middle of night,
life is drained, vacant,
lost in faintness, reaching
across time to Love
only Shadows... 
and you, show up
​with Peanut Butter
​on your fingertips
in the middle of night,
you are here...

Just as hungry-

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
I'm Hungry- ©8.1.2017, Poems from Passion