Chapter 3 – Yes, I Hunger

A glutton; I feast on

“Meating” of Rebel Lions

Or chewing on rose petals

Of red, of love

I read

One Hundred Years of Solitude

I write

Only to eat each word by word

I gulp my mocha espresso

And sip my wine by the bottle

A glassful of conversation

Is my craving

A desireful companion

I would cherish

A being-filled co-existence

Complete this wanting wish list

My soul is full and yet

I am, and I hunger

Make my day