So who craved who the most?

To her it certainly felt that her desire was all consuming,

And could burst at any moment,

Into a mass of tiny rainbow coloured beads,

Which flopped through the air,

And crashed onto the hard wood floor,

Spreading desire

As love spreads into every available space.

She bit into her crisp white toast,

And sipped juice,

And hoped that he

Was thinking of her too.

She dared not think he would crave her,

Desire her,

Covet her,

As a hawk eyes its prey,

As the dawn seeks the new day,

As everything tumbles into passion,

And craving seeps into the blood like an opiate.

Mine.

I hope he is mine, she thought

Just as he thought, with desire

How her cream blouse was blessed

To cling,

To the fairness

Of her skin.

2014