my mind is frantic
in the hour before sunset

when the annunciation pangs
i hunted double by the fangs of love
am drawn cold into the pit of hunger

so i pace your perimeter like a wolf
i trace the confines of my sensate cell

then burning captive as the passing sun
and growing tidal as the shadows long
now soon again is never times enough

i dont know what takes hold of me
when i press your body to the earth

when i am the salivating predator
as fingers ten my teeth and tongue
as sticky sweet your parted pliable

to taste the heart deferred
three medjool dates

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