Life is always hungry.
Hungry to be,
Hungry to absorb and grow,
Hungry to know.

And I am Life,
With two legs
And eyes seeking food;
Hands reaching out
For what I need,
What I hunger for.

And in that reaching out,
My hands touched yours –
Or were yours the first?
And woman –
The ache of hunger
We both then felt,
Drawing us together.

For I had hungered
For you
Without knowing.
And I believe you
Hungered too.

Then came the feast,
The open mouthed wanting;
The deep yearning fulfilled.
The mouth, the guts,
The genitals
All desiring
And fed.

You are my feast still.

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