The Urgency of Hunger

One can find me in the shadows

Lurking just around the corner

Watching silently from high ground

Until the moment is perfect

… To strike.

The hunger, why do thee not understand?

The urge to hunt the night

Quench this thirst until dawn’s new light!

This beast which hides within me

She seeks release

… Needing to feed.

And what would the world say

If the hunter fell in love

With what thy hunts?

Would they guffaw

Or run in terror?

… Of what might become.

I can see thee there

Thy outline plain as day

To these eyes o’ mine

Thy fear washes over me

… Temptation!

O’ how I long

To drink from thy fount!

The urge is too great

I must pounce!

Swiftly, I am there

By thy side, whispering

Delicate skin upon mine lips

… Divine!

Thee becomes lost in swoon

Fall into mine arms

Let me free thy mind

Thy very soul

… Flood into me!

So sweet is thy life

As it crosses mine lips

Let me lose myself

In thy dying thoughts

… so that I might die with you.

(c) 2003  A Riddle