Hungry

Hungry

I crave your mouth
arch of your feet
I crave your richness
length of your fingers
I crave the open hands
with which you scattered your magic.
I am the Darvish,
Whirling in the curl of your hair,
I am hungry for a bowl of your love
I am hungry for a bowl of your Fire.
I am the cup,
fill me with your wine
I am the clumsy lover,
I am the foolish old man,
I am the thousand willows cry in the wind.
I am hungry
I am hungry
for a scream
for a scratch
for a shiver
for falling on my back
for that side-way looks on the pillow
I am hungry for the anonymity of your darkness
for the hills and curves of yours.
for the depth of your moist well
I am hungry
I am hungry
so feed me.

10.4.16
Peyman
Washington D.C.