feeder

I feed with words. I feed with mouth watering baked goods. I feed with autumn leaves bathed in sun’s light sweet perfume. I feed with memories. with the Yellow Tail’s rich bouquet.I feed with touches. and with promises of passionate kisses.I feed with rhythms of the world.  right now, in the subway station, a boy is making rhythm with his fingers, the knocking travels through the plastic of the seats.

I feed and feed and feed and it is never enough. for I am hunger

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