Hunger.

Morning starvation subsides with distraction
By busily shopping, and keep-fit action.
Hunger creeps back at eleven o-clock
When coffee cup empties and biscuits stop.

Around afternoon a new bout of craving
Appears, sometimes aided by disabling
Stay-indoor rain, fire then begins biting
Again after sunset in quiet twilight.

Taking control is the evening ache
When, day-duties done, composure breaks
And, rules of behaviour flown, hunger begins
In earnest, dreaming then seems less a sin.

But midnight emptiness lashes the worst.
Unglued resolutions free desire, cursed
Flames let loose need as I yearn for completion.
Hunger for you then gnaws fierce, strong and deep.

William Bonilla
a wanton hunger ..... most enjoyable write and reading Peace be with you......William

Patricia
A great write !

Lynda Robson
Impelling read Fay, different kinds of hunger

Paul Chafer
I so like this, great metaphor, really superb, Well done Fay, held me all the way.

stephen
somethings should be done in excess. great write. coffee cup empties and biscuits stop, classic.

Kesav V Easwaran
very artfully you bring out the different faces of hunger, Fay! hunger from morn to midnight...the phrase 'yearn for completion' winds up the poem most passion fruit way!...pleasing read

Alison Cassidy
I love the way you've crafted this one - as the epicurean dissolves into the erotic and the light hearted becomes more and more intense. Superb! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

carol
yes those lonely nights

sonetta
one can't starve love too long....

JoAnn McGrath
I SAY Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder...LOL