Ancient Urges

Posted: October 16, 2012 in Uncategorized
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when the light departs the windows

it becomes part of nature,

false it draws out creatures

whose eyes only glitter under the moon,

around cabin walls

muffled voices thrum,

unseen inside a feast has started,

once beckoned by sleep

bedding kicked aside,

they needed to eat

opening refrigerator meat and bread

spread out,

odors of flesh and hunger,

beyond others scent, hear and salivate,

only residence for miles

a human space ever so small,

the prowling few draw closer,

inside man feeds woman,

woman smiles,

kisses and eating

a harvest of solitary confinement

as any creature feeding at night,

that delicious feeling of morsels

passing lips swallowing easily

sweetened with wine,

a lust without blood

and once done

will disperse the light

return wilderness to darkness,

find a fulfilled entwine of sleep

night prevails

and the creatures move on

eyes glitter no more

 

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Comments
  1. Loved your post with picture. I can see this in my minds eye Thanks for the great read.

  2. Sara McNulty says:

    Scary, but satisfying!

  3. Kutamun says:

    Fantastic banishing ritual for the demon of hunger, Bravo !

  4. Sue says:

    This reader also appreciates the “meanderings of your mind.”
    ;)

  5. ladynimue says:

    awesome ! such areal view of a forest sort .. like watching images come alive :)

  6. Tess Kincaid says:

    Flesh and hunger…delicious write…

  7. mobius faith says:

    Wonderful journey through ideas.

  8. Michael says:

    interesting narrative version

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