A feather across my skin,
memory of a man or maybe
just a dream bending over me, dreaming:
us, while we were off being
unconscious of sub-
consciousness
Hunger is an energy
A feather across my skin,
ribbon of water almost too hot and never
hot enough. filling the tub with ribbons for me;
he is fully clothed. i’m shivering,
listening to the sound of too much
music. can’t separate the tones while he is
rolling up his sleeves
Hunger is a need that wants
left alone
Feather floating beside me, catches my thigh,
melding to my skin.
we are flying or just
remembering. he is bending the dream over,
rolling up his sleeves. intent and tending
me like a simmering pan,
stirring -- soap through his hands
catches colors that aren’t even in the room.
quiet as a bubble, we’re not speaking. silence pops,
exploding, the colors go everywhere behind
my closed eyes and we,
he and i, are exposed
equally
Hunger ruined by first taste
and it can be a long wait
for its return
i have learned to stay hungry
The feather inside my skin,
sky inside it. he is stepping
across the horizon, pulling the hunger
with all its colors,
sleeves rolled down,
into the water
