to hunger

always present in a world of gifts and trifles and sad martyrs. who fall away from their fathers, who called you child. feeling the slick of lust for the purest of whims. white. innocent. faintly touched. a passing sin that need not be forgiven. a burning drive that should not withstand. so far from pain. so close to love. taken from your abdomen and chest. redirected in a cyclic path. returning through your back and neck. filling up your memories. fulfilling your time. meaning is found in all the small things, that pierce your heart and make you bleed. and you hunger for more.