impatient – 2005

For me.

the carnal impulse
that rests
like a tiny baby
in the back of my head,
eyes that begin to well up
with tears, about to cry
because it hasn’t been fed

an intense eroticism,
the animal that lies primal,
flexing miniature muscles
that tickle my ego
as it comes and goes
like summer traffic
slowing, then gone.

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