Crave

The fundamental trait, the curse gifted to each who walks the earth.
From the moment you first draw breath until the final expulsion, you crave.
Perhaps initially a desire to return to origin, to the warm depths of that from which you came.
Pushed out without consideration into the gaping chasm of life.
But then a temporal acceptance or reluctance in the embrace of the process.
To be held, to feed, to suckle at the softest flesh and be wrapped in the protective arms of your bearer.
Time passes, days depart leaving growth in their wake.
A desire to learn, to understand, to make sense of the world.
A seeking, a systematic pursuit of that which you do not have.
Curiosity constraining awareness of what you already possess.
Older still now chemicals complicate – the allure of alcohol and that which alters.
The experience of need to see the world through a different lens.
Company, friends, social acceptance, a sense that you are not alone.
An escape from arms, that which you once latched on to.
Independence now, a more solitary venture.
A longing from within to show competency without.
Then the crux, the female fascination, the perfect personification of desire.
To hold her hand, hear her voice, kiss her softly, walk her home, be her boy.
Yet older still, repetition rears its ugly head.
Daily, desire itches all of you, a never ending thirst, that which cannot be quenched.
So on and on you stumble, nicotine feeding frenzy, blankets bringing warmth, the girl in everything always.
Encompassing all a desire to accept that we are creatures of such, born to crave, to experience and to desire.
Contentment in her eyes, in her hand – the girl brings peace like nothing else.
But still desire remains, not for another, for she is everything the boy could ever dream, but for knowledge, to see distant lands, to watch the sunrise with her hand in his.
To want, surely not a bad thing.
An opposition to apathy at the very least, a driver. To crave.
To consume. To share. To accept.

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~ by Paul McGovern on July 9, 2011.

3 Responses to “Crave”

  1. You know how I love to pick out favourite lines…

    ‘From the moment you first draw breath until the final expulsion, you crave.’ So true…demonstrated with such poignancy.

    ‘Daily, desire itches all of you, a never ending thirst, that which cannot be quenched.’
    Ahhh. What a tangible mix of words. To crave. Often never to be realised, to be truly satisfied – perhaps only fleetingly in a moment, before the familiar need and longing takes form again.

    ‘An opposition to apathy at the very least, a driver. To crave.
    To consume. To share. To accept.’
    I adore this conflict, followed by an acceptance in the consuming.

    Perfect demonstration of an emotion that never escapes any of us. We all know what it feels like to crave, in whatever form it takes. Wonderful.

  2. You covered everything from the cradle to the now. Brilliant construction..crux of craving comes at the crux of the engineered poem.., as I see it…your wonderful, luscious fascination with women, always with sentient, yet respectful words… not too many men can do both and still make both genders squirm with delight. But it’s the universality of the poem that engages, holds the reader and when you pause, so does the reader with an “aha” moment. Beautiful!

  3. ‘The fundamental trait, the curse gifted to each who walks the earth.’

    What an opening-standing alone it could be enough for every one of us to stop and consider the truth in those few words, but ofcourse you’ve done more.
    Part of the reason I find your writing so enchanting is that you use language to it’s fullest, turning words inside out until their entire meaning is fixed onto the page.
    I have a steady infatuation of the life/death scenario and love reading it here as you use it as a vehicle to describe something that is detriment to both; to crave.
    So much beauty here that it’s tricky to pick out a favourite line, but this one was just a nugget.

    ‘Daily, desire itches all of you, a never ending thirst, that which cannot be quenched’

    Arousing
    Distinct
    Beautiful.

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