unfull

To liken a banquet of sustenance

persists but a trifle slight while

mine appetite rebounds in earnest

Frequently inundated by the growl of mine soul

Insatiable the lurk tis of lust

Consume I yet again torment of thine attention

To claim for mine darkened passion

a brief moment while thou indulge mine longing

I may to feel the increase.

Reviews

[Chris]

Strange how the mind turns to our history in our present. And we - follow the flow, lost in the revery of images we seem to (or actually do) remember. There's the kicker ...though... the sun isn't up at 4 AM... and coffee gets cold just sitting there.

[Liderien]

SOMEHOW I MISSED THIS REVIEW...WAY TOO FUNNY!! LOVE IT!!

[Chris]

Chuckling here... life happens as we least expect it... til we do - expect ...it.

[Chris]

Now I guess I should read another... ok, I will.

[Liderien]

Thank you!!!!!

[Distant horizons]

How beautifully you portray that missing emptyness. Been reading Shakespeare? :-)

[Liderien]

Actually I have been reading Richard Lovelace. I love his poetry. I wish I could write like him. Thank you for the review. :) Hope all is well in ogre country. ;)

[Distant horizons]

:-)