The Wolf's Hunger
By Oscar S. Cisneros [ Download in MP3 ]
I know the wolf's hunger. I know about his lean days trekking through snow and mountains with nothing more save his will and an acid emptiness in the gut. So have I marched through the world, empty and with longing. I am the lurid dreamer sleeping dormant amongst the tree's tangled roots. I am the dreamer whose thoughts take form as clouds far above lazy landscapes of hills and labyrinths. In my dreams, flower petals rain down on lovers tensed in motion. In my nightmares, lightening splits the sky. I am adrift on a swooning ocean of desire whose waters have more than once washed me up on the shore after a storm of my own making. I am the palm tree whose roots stretch far and wide, not deep. Every drop, every drizzle of rain that falls within my root's grasp is devoured in a parched-mouth lick of the sands. And so stand I, waiting for your touch like the palm tree waits for the rain.
