his arms were pinched 
 with hunger 
 to touch her skin 
 again.  his passion 
 was a climbing vine
 reaching past the arbor 
 to feed 
 in her hot sun. 
 on the edge 
 of craving, he tended 
 to her needs.  selflessly. 
 sumptuously, endlessly.
 on the edge of craving
 he tended to her needs 
 until tending, 
 alive in its dystopia, 
 became a need 
 of its own.


27 aug 01
M Madison