I’m not hungry
(food is a drag
it just wants
to get out)

but I am famished
for warm cheeks
smooth thighs
loving smiles
heart-to-heart confessions
the nursing of our selves
supporting and cherishing
you you you
getting lost
having the time to do so
reading (books, your palms, your lips)
writing (stories, letters, poems, my life)
your hand in mine, on my face, on my arms, awakening my desire
your eyes talking to me
your ears caring for me
walking in natural surroundings
swimming in a lake
warming up by a fire
sleeping in
sleeping out
laughing
touching
doing nothing
doing everything

being