Starvation

As the bed was beneath me

And the infinite blackness was above me,

The thought penetrated my mind

Like an epiphany entering an author's mind with 

Writer's block. 

I was thinking,

There is always this struggle,

This strong desire,

this constant hunger for love.

Just once,

I want to know what it like

to get my fill of it.

It doesn't matter what 

flavor or smell it possesses,

I just want to be fed so much

love that I cant

physically, mentally, or emotionally

take anymore from anyone.

Just once.

I want the hunger pain 

Deep within the pit of my stomach

To disappear because of so much

Affection that has been given to me.

Just once,

I want to be fed a love

That could survive anything,

Even a famine.

Just once,

I want to feel the security

Of knowing that I am

Going to be fine,

That this devotion will survive.

That this insanity I feel

Is just a phase of life,

And in midst of it all,

The void that has been

Filled will cease to exist.

Just once.