Sacred
The hunger in the bed that can't be fed
The empty growling stomach of desire
To some the urge is sacred
Not everyone can feel it
It seems to me that i recall a time
When love was more than just a touch of skin
To some the word is sacred
Not everyone can say it
A dead hear can't bleed
A blind eye can't see color
A broken arm can't reach
A severed tongue can't speak
sacred words of love
The hunger of the skin consumes the soul
It never seems to get enough to eat
To some tthe meal is sacred
Not everyone is hungry