Savages

Ideally,    
an endless, replenishing    
source of nourishment,    
an ever flowing fountain.    
     
In reality,    
braving quenchless thirst,    
accustomed to leaky faucets,    
sporadically dripping.    
Trying our best to avoid dehydration    
   
Hypothetically,    
a warm invitation to    
dine amongst a long crowded table    
adorning an abundant feast.    
   
In actuality,    
grappling hunger pains.    
Unwelcomed outcasts,      
tossed scraps under the table    
sparingly offered left overs,    
sometimes settling for mere crumbs.    
Barely escaping starvation.    
   
A hodgepodge    
Some, fortunate enough to find it    
Others, spend a lifetime    
searching for it.    
The clusterfuck of love    
   
Yet, here I am    
accepting what is,    
In the habit of taking    
whatever I can get ...    
   
Don’t mind me,    
over here,    
Shamelessly  
Savagely  
Licking    
love    
off    
Knives