hungry

A hand brushed across my leg tonight,
so it's alright to not say or do all those things your chivalry tells you to.
it's clear i'm still here.
the sensation becomes enough to feed the hungry belly
i compromise for a portion that is dime-sized,
like a pill that makes me ill
because there is no coating.
there is no lining
to keep all secure and safe. the insides ache and my heartbeat shakes until i regurgitate
all that's me. sweet relief.
a man of many words

that taste so heavenly
and speechless action leaving one malnutured and unhealthy.
unwritten laws are flawed.