Cravings

by A.D. Capili

You gave me a taste

when you sipped whisky

gleaming in a crystal glass

and let the rest spill

and dribble

down

for me to catch

between neck and hips

the contact of lips

and skin was the hook

that pierced the mouth

now perpetually agape

gasping for your water while

the eyes dilate wide open,

a gate that closes once

crossed, leaving behind

clear contours of the self,

now tumbling down

a hole, now a rabbit

with a quavering voice

and caught in a chase

its pulsing heart rushing,

its distended chambers

divided between wishing

to snatch some air

and craving to become nothing

else but the covetous, besotted pig you land

and wrestle with, soaked and squealing in the glistening mud