Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Hunger


My thoughts roam
wild and willful
across your Serengeti. 
They crouch and creep
hungry for you. 
Camouflaged and cool
night
hot and haunted
day
they prae. 
My thoughts are hunting you.
Licking their chops
dying to consume you