I get greedy

More often than not.

I should make my own fire

To warm my bones.

I remind myself

That I shouldn’t want anything

That isn’t freely given

And usually it works

For about five minutes.

Soon I’m back

To my usual hunger.

My mind knows

I should sit every morning.

That would take care of it.

I know many things

But I don’t really know them,

My animal side is always stronger.

I wonder why I despise my intellect

When it is so much wiser than my flesh

So spoiled,

Craving raspberries

Kisses

Piercing gazes

Words of love.