Love in Hunger
She feeds the starveling love, with hands More naked than the body of another girl, Asking no questions, making no demands, Assured in time of absolute control.
She is big where the,others were delicate, With nursing breasts and friendly, useful thighs. Her nerves are buried deep for comfort, She offers understanding and responsibilities.
Lazy and blind to her purpose All that she offers he accepts Without suspicion, seeing no use
To her sufficiency of any greedy bankrupt.
They marry into clean sheets, love Is their bed and board until his appetite Pines for variety. He tries, but cannot move And she, his jailer, fattens on his surfeit.
PHILIP OAKES