I Would Die Craving You Poem by Arun Maji

I want to love you little, But kiss you more.
I want to cuddle you little, But pound you more.


I don't believe in immortality, rather mortality is my immortality.
I am a mortal being with mortal desire.
The desire,
that's made of thirst for your honey, and hunger for your flesh.

I want to embrace you little, But undress you more.
I want to stroke you little, But crush you more.

I am not a sober lover.
I am wild, a ferociously wild lover.
As I see your lips glow in dusk,
I feel like-
I suck them, bite them, swallow them.


As I see you sway like a pregnant river, the wolf within me wakes up.
Then I shake in desire. I feel like-
I jump into you, pound you, crush you.

I am never full Until I have drunk your last drop
Or my lips are dead and hands paralyzed.

You know, I would never be a sober,
Never be a sage or a wise.
I would keep suffering from thirst for your river, And hunger for your blooming fruits and flowers.

I would always suffer. I would suffer and wither.
And then one day, I would die in hunger.

I would die, not because I love you more.
I would die, because I crave you more.

© Arun Maji