Hunger

Sometimes it's just sex
Sometimes it so much more

The fever burns and its fire blots out the knowing sparkle in a friendly eye.

Why when one should be open
Are we closed.

Realizations are not rational.

Sometimes it's just a look
Sometimes it's a word
Then there is that instant when you know you went too far
But can't pull back.


Passion
Washed over
Swamps the potential for so much more to grow . . .

A seed, a spark, a rush of understanding
Lost.


When you don't search you may never find.

But searching
Makes it so hard to present yourself as yourself
Or as you believe yourself to be.

Giving is never enough
Even loving is never enough
When you
Are alone.

Is it really possible to know another as well as you know yourself?

Do we ever really know ourselves?

You're here
You're everywhere
But, mostly, you're there
I'm here.


Hands reaching out
Lips telling lies
Limbs waiting for a lover's touch
Offering so much more.


Still

Quiet

Waiting

Filled with hope

Fear

Hunger.