THE HANKERING

THE HANKERING

The hankering… strolls blamelessly
Isolated from ‘ones’ mind immensity
NO! to carry the demand of the eyes
A consumption from untold supplies

The hankering… smiles without guilt
Not to trample over the recently built
TO: no longer catapult its fascination
& breathe the night’s air lamentation

The hankering… starves a fit tummy
Denying a stomach, eying a yummy
The flowers in the garden die young
It buds a mirage from the fierce sun

© Ricardo Sexton

▸ RS:C||PHER

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