Hunger

by sibyllene   Oct 25, 2006


On the red couch of passion we recline,
my incomplete lover and I—
fed by the promise and fueled with the starvation of love
We hope to languish in hunger
a while more—
staving off the need with the drinks of
reason and restraint,
but when that cup runs dry, as run it must, we
are left with the overflow of unfulfillment—
hunger for the combining of two natures into one,
where the distinction is blurred with the joy of
sustenance, and satiation,
and we are blessed by the old joy—
to hunger
to repress, and then, finally
to free and to
possess.

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  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG

    Pfft, why this is rated a 4.0 I do not know. I love the style you wrote this in, I have been trying to write one in fragmented sentences for wuite some time now and never have they come out so beautifully. You have a talent.

    5/5

    -Jenna.

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Wow, hun that was really good! The flow worked well, the choppy lines added effect, and you wrote it very nciely. The descriptions are filled with meaning and imagery. Great job 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Ignore those down voters, they don't matter.

    I liked this poem alot, and the free-form really suited the topic and added to the flowing of the overall poem. This is very well written. Good job.

    Aken Sol

  • 17 years ago

    by Deana

    I can`t figure why someone rated this poem a 1, what were they thinking? I thought this poem described very well the wanting of someone,even though you have decided to wait. good job ,don`t let that rating get you down.

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