his arms were pinched
with hunger
to touch her skin
again. his passion
was a climbing vine
reaching past the arbor
to feed
in her hot sun.
on the edge
of craving, he tended
to her needs. selflessly.
sumptuously, endlessly.
on the edge of craving
he tended to her needs
until tending,
alive in its dystopia,
became a need
of its own.

27 aug 01