Ravenous

I am hungry.

Hungry to

caress a body oozing and bubbling with imperfections planted

within the soil of your skin,

poisoning your soul with authenticity 

built from simplicity.

Hungry to

be with a living being, 

who is not shriveling of insecurity feeding on the artificial,

but who smiles to blind the eyes of others

when he is happy,

is as destructive as a natural disaster

when he is angry,

have tears that flood a nation,

when he is sad.

Hungry to

find a being

who looks at the night,

not just as time between each day,

but time where we can

look into the sky and see messages from far away.

Hungry to

shred and devour into your

repugnant, revolting, repellent

mask.

That of which I wish I could love,

that would truly be a task

that I graciously give to the mother of

your ugly mask,

but to love is not to love the mask

it is to love the person who beholds 

the jewel of which you drool,

on my pillow with.

I prance around with you

dance around with you.

While my ears are bleeding with shouts

blasting from the caves underneath the snouts,

of hollow creatures,

just flies on the wall

they are quite nothing at all,

to me.

"Beast" they denounce!

"Veast" they pronounce!

"Feast" I announce!

For you satisfy my hunger,

pump my veins

make my heart roar in thunder.

For yes you are a beast,

but for my heart you are a feast.