Elemental and fetal,
a need as basic as breath;
to hold, to touch, to feel
to absorb his essence,
ethereal and sublime.
To look into his eyes and see
The hunger, the need.
A spark antediluvian.
The primordial appetite.
Never to be sated.
When all is past and done
and time has come and gone,
it remains
an ember.
And with a lover’s breath
bursts into flame.
A volcanic river burns its way
through the bowels of longing
igniting an inferno
not easily quenched.
Arousing passion.