Where did you come from?
That hunger in my gut, a space to be filled,
a tapping of the shoulder, a whisper in the ear. Until satisfied and caught.
To touch the tongue and kiss the mouth,
an enveloping restlessness
A cut, a chop, a release, an unbinding, then deliverance.
A swipe of paint out the window.
Bruising sky knocks out the light.
A tree seems to drift in through the window,
the invading roots of the earth, soon
out of sight.
I think only of you and what to eat tonight?