Basic Necessity©

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving
I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me.
Dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your hands.
The color of a savage harvest,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
To lick and drag teeth along your cubital and popliteal fossa
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body.
The sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around rapacious.
sniffing the twilight.
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.