A glutton; I feast on
“Meating” of Rebel Lions
Or chewing on rose petals
Of red, of love
I read
One Hundred Years of Solitude
I write
Only to eat each word by word
I gulp my mocha espresso
And sip my wine by the bottle
A glassful of conversation
Is my craving
A desireful companion
I would cherish
A being-filled co-existence
Complete this wanting wish list
My soul is full and yet
I am, and I hunger