Starving Bodies

Send me another

As if this was all interconnected

This yearning, this absence

This hunger, this sustenance

The image of a face like a phantom in the waves

Glistening scales in all this salt

Tasting the spit of piscine bodies run through

Rotating over fired wood

Biting in and a mouth gushes with sand

The grit wrestles between gums

Teeth gnash the inedible splatter

Reckoning in the tide washing up ghosts

I am left with a hunger

Want for a being that does not exist

Flickering like a mermaid tail lashing ribbons of hope

Wrapping like malignant seaweed dragging innards to a trench-dirge

The pull distances reality to increase the space

Between what one feels and what one accepts as figment

Craving a duality beyond the glisten, but pounding

Into hands to grasp a fat heart and pulse 

Flushing blood like a shower drenching squeezing fingers

Releasing and gripping doing the work of a body

Compressing and freeing as the moment calls

Not out of pity, but compassion

That one is whole and witnessing the divinity of another

Submitting to be so hungry to drive a heart to beat majestic

Soar in exalted glorious radiance that if one was to leap

Attempts would watch

It is in the witness the cushion to land is found

Not in the doing for what one is incapable in the self

But to grant the elixir of purpose to be for the other

Like lock into key the universe mates

Ah, I am left with a hunger

For I leapt, dreaming, not knowing the elevation

As the center of the universe is always relative to the eyes peering

Out or in, transposing identities of starving bodies