I'm hungry, but I wait. The sun, that blessed orb that I worship whenever it makes an appearance these days, is peeking through the cracks but I hesitate to let it shine all the way through just yet. I'm afraid that the day's presence will erase you too quickly. I want you to linger on my lips for as long as possible. I want to let thoughts of your hands on my flesh, romp around in my brain like clothes in a drier, spinning, endlessly, content and giddy. I want to jump into your brain and shake your quiet thoughts loose. There is a sadness in your eyes. A welcome sadness. A familiar, and comforting, sadness. Let the hunger consume me. I hope you're hungry, too.
