Hunger Feast by Shelly Reed After your image I improvise the spiraling of your talon round my calves charcoal imprints left in the grotto of my thighs Swathed in smoke alloyed oils you twinge savage to moist flesh quintessence of sweet narcotics I look long at you regard myself imaginary captive Half seraph half mammon you rear desire in soft transience of what could be my nakedness I bangled vassal-girl of gentle blood learn hunger from your loin thirst from your river-tongue Scruples fade plain conviction that you own a miracle © 2001 Shelly Reed. All rights reserved. Home