Crave

Cravings.
Raving to myself,
save and savor every morsel,
but of course. I'll
starve but for those
longings no one knows.
I crave things; feelings
set my mind a'reeling.
Kindred spirit nods,
gift from God's
generous heart.
It's a start.
Belly of my brain flat but
craving satisfied, soon fat.
Fluffs, stuffs, blows
my freakin' mind,
the kind of satisfaction,
illusive distraction,
others cannot dare
imagine there,
inside themselves.
Without the briefest taste,
tongues can remain chaste,
but taken with gusto
one must continue to partake
else live with cravings
each moment.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012


Yeah, don't even wonder about it. The words just came out this way, and fire seemed the only fitting illustration.