Hunger Howls.

Comfort in the ignorant is found
Passing through rooms with no sense of sound,
Bombarding the synapses without due suspicion.
Through radio waves, tv broadcasts, the public's opinion.
Warped by the man, the many men and women
Spewing ideas of hatred
For the humble, the genuine.
To enter into the world is to sacrifice to judgement
Submit to the glare, pay corporal punishment.

Now the days come hard and fast
When waking up to welcome the black
Find the residue of contempt
Scattered across the thighs and breast,
A conspiracy imposure
Womanhood without request.
Sleep can't compete with the fading hours
When the mouse in your mouth rots in your molars

My Love lies enclosed a skin touch embrace
Never near enough to satisfy the taste
Of the hunger howls, growing in decibel and need
To be loved, understood, indulged in the feed
Never a word nor remark can near equate
My Love's air and unequivocal grace

His anima rich his beauty cast rare
With the wealth of an empath
And a conscience to care
Though the waves are unsure
Washing over the pores
Of an alien skin, so softly stripped clean
Our distance divides us, gives us a clause
But the kiss of two lips can warrant some more.