Poetry of Issue #7        Page 23

Hunger

A hole gnawed deep
in hollow between
spine and rib, gut
and heart, I hunger
for you, abstain
to consume your glance
only, a brief warmth
between palms, from
breath to exhale
to speak my name,
what only I hear
to fill my void
never sated
always hungry
for more after
you turn away.

  Richard Dinges, Jr.