Sometimes
A
hunger lurks and lives
On
our dark sides,
Hoping
to be noticed
Like
a natural force accepts
Impact
with a foreign object;
Yet,
we are no longer
Distant
or strangers in
Each
other’s eyes, but
Potential
comrades in arms,
Who
desire more than deserved
While
receiving less than
Needed
from our situations;
We
are creatures of habits
Who
adjust but rearrange
When
necessary just as those
In
the wild have learned,
We
too can survive;
Within
our passions almost
Lost
and abandoned are
The
etched memories of
Total
and complete surrender
Into
the battlefields of love,
Sometimes
winning,
Sometimes
losing,
But always in battle like
The
professional soldier for hire
Who
lives for the rush that
Puts
emotions on the erotic
Edge
of excitement which
Keeps
us experimenting with
What
many refer to as love.
10Oct13
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