new draft, a little more perfected

[charybdis83]

Everything in me is growling
Is this what your words do?

Everything is wanting taste, but taste awaits hunger.

Hunger is bitten, and bleeding, helpless.

We looked into the window-turned-mirror,

I saw you beside me: What two things ever fit together so well?

This I dream to see every ever, not just morning and not just night

and so upon your opening mouth,

I find myself daring and darkened, like evening with fire

And I lean in to hear you just a little bit more certainly.

Everything in me is humming with fireflies
Is this what your words do, and more?