# #hunger

2 poems

## [no](https://chromato.graphics/no)

do i have to belt you?  
to overcome a bubbling  
or are my words enough  
to staunch the flowing  
from leaking fountains

pleasure is never free,  
even when it is a gift.  
beg me with honeysuckle  
pollination. allergies.  
only believe in denial.

muscle tension, hunger.  
dew’s wetter than rain.  
desperate questions tie  
barricade tape tighter.  
no. a complete sentence

the longer we wait here  
clock hands move slowly  
waiting, praying on the  
dripping limestone tile  
a sacrifice in purpose.

release is for the weak  
but you are strong, no?  
every drop metered out.  
are you grasping at it?  
there isn’t a shortage.

don’t ask me again, now  
you know my answer love  
age years in the bottle  
our flavor concentrates  
only believe in denial.

## [food](https://chromato.graphics/food)

a girl’s gotta eat,  
grow big & strong  
food becomes fuel  
fired brick oven

i have reservations,  
my seat’s set aside  
gin martini stirred—  
small coin of lemon.

white pressed linens  
red leather cushions  
polished steel fixtures  
scarred marble veins

amuse my palate  
gift from the chef  
_we kindly request:_  
_no sharing allowed_

a girl’s gotta eat,  
wash away fears  
enjoy my choices  
wet lips, appetite

taste first with eyes  
each flavor distinct:  
salt, grit, acid, burn  
hungering for it all

the first bite builds  
anticipation of more—  
a mindless chewing,  
my posture softens

i lick your plate clean  
_it’s been taken care of_  
have i saved any room?  
no, some other time