Hunger
A poem — on seeking to understand
On this Saturday morning
I get ice from my refrigerator and know
to hold the glass in place
five seconds after I release the lever
so that those last cubes don’t hit the floor.
Mulling this over I look up at the ceiling
at the water stain that was there before I lived here.
I know at a glance that the stain isn’t growing
though I am still unsure of what caused it.
then it occurs to me
I’m hungry to know you like that
Beyond the things that lovers do
what color are your eyes
(brown or green — depending upon the light)
no, I want to go deeper
know more
What spurs your imagination
what cues say you need space
when do you need silence as your companion
and to get personal — how do I, flawed as I am
warm you in a world so cold
And what of those marks upon your mind
not visible like those in my ceiling
but despite their age alive and real
and still causing you pain
I hunger to understand them too
Most of all
more than a sum of all parts
holistically, I hunger
For you
