April 28th.

They come, full force 

It’s a physical quiver, a guttural shake within

Seismic, sensual, strong.

 

So, you dip a pinky in, and take one simple taste

A drop

But it drips

It lingers on your lips

Your pinky becomes handfuls

Cupfuls

Bowlfuls

Until you’re nothing but gorging yourself; until you are entirely full. 

 

It’s dripping from your hands

Down your chin

The ever necessary taste seeped in the fabric of your lips

What you must have, you’ve had

Delicate tastes and desires, wastes

They’ve made you mad. 

 

What you insisted you needed

You’ve now had in full

Are you better off? Are you happy?

Are you satisfied?

Never satisfied, never not wanting more. 

 

Drip- drip- drip- 

Off the lips, down the chin

Breathing deep, preparing for the next seismic shake 

You pray it’s over 

But it’s never over

You are never satisfied 

 

They are uncontrollable 

Unrelenting 

Unwavering 

And ultimately - 

 

Cravings.