Hunger Pains

Author's Note

HUNGER PAINS....

He leaves me once again chained to myself/
Now I lay in bed while my hands touch me/
fantasizing about his hands touching my hidden places/
feeling ashamed y dirty when its over as our baby sleeps soundly laying in his empty bed side beside my starving body/
I lay angry/
Knowing among myself if he was at arms length he wouldn't have the power to let go with me y carefully prepare this rare cuisine known as the 9th level/
Keeping me singing to myself from sexual satisfaction as I take on my daily responsibilities/
What becomes of me while he'd much rather think y script poems laced in stories of another/
keeping me feeling ugly y lonely while he erupts inside me/
I feel empty/
Robbed/
Dizzy/
trying to get an angle while he drifts into imaginations of her body wrapped around his legs like a cinnamon pretzel waiting to become dipped in sweet cream y ate out/
I hold my head down/
I hold secrets of shame y embarrasment as I listen to my little sisters life stories of how her man keeps her fead/
I don't want another but still I continue to starve sitting in his waiting room reclining chairs
Waiting for my turn/
waiting on my prescription/ waiting for him to lust my assets hungry for his dick to stroke my hidden strings until I sing from his endless appetite for me/
I want to melt like the first winter snow as his warm breath finds the secrets across my back/
from one touch of his fingertips behind my neck/
One sroke of his hands through my hair/
I want to be apart of his fantasies hiding within one another away from this world/ but instead
these dark shades keep it easy for me to imagine her autopsy/ slicing her open to see what her insides taste like.....what makes her trap his thinking as he breathes my air in/
what is she carrying that may have slipped from my hands?
Does he even know?
Will I ever be as tall as her?
am I fat enough to keep this man fead?
Will I ever be?
Or should I just clock out y turn in my 2 weeks notice before its to late y I miss the next career offer?
Why do I still continue to carry on this burden?
This past that continues to overlap my existence/
I hate him for keeping me trapped in amor battling his desires/
I hate the sound of my heart that continues to dance to his indecisive syncopated beats/
I hate him for distracting my rhythm/
I hate him for tricking me into believing he desired me/
I'll never doubt his love for me/
I'll always be his love/
But my love will never be sufficient/
my heart will never measure the strength of his nafs/
His vices/
His desires/
now I undress my breasts of rusted amor y dull swards because my battle is done/

Reviews

[Guilt]

I normally don't continue reading this kind of stuff, but I couldn't help it this time. It reminded me so much of someone I knew. That frustrated riff between two people. And the one sided lust. Aren't we all in a bed thinking of another?
Interesting way to write, but didn't bother me.
Oh and the spanglish was interesting too. But no tengo problema con eso ;)
Asi te sale el verdadero voz.
Un placer leer.

- Guilt

[wordplay29]

To Mr. Chris G....Wow...because someone like yourself may have all these so called writing degrees seems a little upset , intimidated, and insecure about every word u touch . Don't get mad because individuals like us without these degrees are doing it better than you. Poetry is poetry. No matter what form or state it's written in.

[Art Sun]

this one is filled with that longing and dissatifaction together...wrapped among the depths of despair as one dwells upon the displeasure and pleasure of a relationship...so many good visuals and thoughts encased within emotional passion...nice work...

[Distant horizons]

powerful write. sad yet brautiful.