Famished

Why must I never taste you in my breath?
So miss the joy of true love’s lips to kiss.
Without you I am hungry unto death.

My heart will beat although ‘tis Eros’ death.
It’s mad to save myself without my self.
Why must I never taste you in my breath?

The world’s a dearth of nurture in its breadth,
For empty stomach match not empty arms.
Without you I am hungry unto death.

As Banquo failed the feast of King MacBeth,
I’ll never dine on love’s most true repast.
Why must I never taste you in my breath?

Lips part, our bodies gap a mere footsbreadth,
A chasm yawning we can never breach.
Without you I am hungry unto death.

A banquet laid for us, love a surfeit;
Hands tied, our cravings never to be sate.
Why must I never taste you in my breath?
Without you I am hungry unto death.

---Cynthia Huddleston