Like hunger, thirst,
the lush tendrils of night
sprout suddenly from our souls.
The puma hunts craving
salty skin. Eager for feel of earth,
rain shoots from the sky.
Thick marrow of the moon,
the emerging gentle push of
the ocean rising and falling
in one sweet rhythm,
a human body rising and falling
as it breathes.
The submissive sigh of trees
in the morning. The kick and stir one can easily attain
from a glass of gin. The on and off
of a flickering stove light.
Dead star starving for light,
palpitating planet looming inside.