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 rest

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 pressure
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
Past 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're here

Just as hungry-

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