My Hunger

It starts with a craving,
A mild yet unrelenting craving,
An itch yearning to be alleviated,
The craving increases in intensity,
Now wanting to be fulfilled,
It requires a response.
A mild craving transcends to a somewhat persistent desire,
Which one can no longer refuse what it requires,
The persistence becomes consistent,
And the imagination of the consumption runs wild,
Like a snow leopard hungry to devour its innocent prey,
With no consequence.

The craving now remains nothing more than the beginning of my hunger,
And like the snow leopard I shall not be deterred on reaching my satisfaction,
I have imagined the taste, the smell, the sight of that first bite,
I am hungry beyond my capacity to control myself,
And in my audacity I think of nothing but my object of desire,
I can not go back to the craving for the hunger dominates,
And I run naively for the sweet taste that only he can provide,
Without him I remain hungry,
And I shall starve whilst away,
Yet this day I rather starve that have no hunger,
For the hunger drives me to ambitiously gratifying starvation,
And amidst my painstakingly, poverty stricken organs,
I relish and embrace the hunger,
For it means I am alive.

My object of desire has unleashed my hunger,
He has awakened my spirit,
And it is my spirit which will protect me from dying from starvation,
This hunger is unlike any other hunger,
For it feeds off the absence of my object of desire,
And as my hunger increases my spirit becomes enchanted,
Filling the frenzy with mystical and magical qualities,
Leaving the spirit energised and satisfied in the hunger,
If I were to be hungry for him for eternity I find myself assured and my spirit rested,
I shall crave the hunger rather than despise it,
For to be satisfied breeds greed,
To be hungry breeds an enlightened spirit,
Feed me no more,
I remain content in my hunger,
And I thank thee for the revelation of my starvation.

This is my hunger,
I crave no more,
But seek to ambitiously desire you form afar,
You are the hunger of my heart,
The hunger which keeps me alive whilst we are apart.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2006 MCARB