Primal – Longing

Every atom
of her existence
hits me like cocaine dust.

I wait
with bated breath
for the return
of summer birds,
for a glimpse
of her shadow
in the warm ocean breeze,
for the answer
veiled behind her quiet hayā.
 
Sometimes,
I wait for her
in the marketplace,
oblivious
to haggles and cackles,
and even to the scent
of ripe mangoes and pineapples.

When I’m alone,
just me and my thoughts,
I would savour her,
one fantasy at a time.
When greed takes over,
the overwhelming rush
drives me to the edge—
to swallow her whole.
 
The mind wanders
like a restless spirit,
like a stealthy big cat
in deep forest cover
eager to pounce hungrily
on the object
of the most intense,
all-consuming desire.