Hunger

He felt the hunger rising
the need to consume
the heat of the day a fresh bloom
he gripped the pickax 
no hand lax
with a new fervor
he swung a wide arc
slamming the iron vein
crushing molecules
he swore at the bite
the cut cut to his right
the blood seeped and harpooned
he was feeling consumed
he wiped it clean away
brought back earlier that day
thought of the cute server 
a bright light moved her
she told him wondrous stories 
of far away places
of glory cascading
and glittering treasures
activating the pleasures
she banished dull melancholy
her green eyes all folly
she thought of him then
the wine stain on the floor
her attention redirected
a calm ocean expanded 
prancing before the door
the tranquil aquamarine 
the gentle repetition
greeting her soft skin
like synergy they danced
and the gulls had a play
he wanted her now
there was nothing to say
to fling the pickax aside
this emotion won't abide
to run to her waving
to lift her voluptuous craving
to spin her away 
the sensuous fray
away into the dream
then a crash 
and crack spun jagged
he slammed the axe again
gave the ore another spin
a large fragment fell off
rolled down onto the floor
his hands waved a pillar 
through the rising dust layer
she was there now 
her hair a wild mess
she danced and gleamed
in a satin summer dress
her soft sensuous form 
melting in his mouth
sifting through his emotions
she leapt and tackled
she took him right down 
their ankles like shackles
she reached down low
started a wicked induction
her fingers wiggled and 
played the seduction
she tore off his shirt
left his granite chest exposed
she fingered the dancing pixie
a tattoo he wrote
her hands went lower
his kiss tasted like momentum
no time to go slower
they heaved and they moaned
as they tasted each flavor
the moments went by
they were lost in the savor
they made love in the heat 
they were tossed to the dust
the time had come
they swam a waterfall of lust