Half-full

want slips past
the soul like a fork
in a soup bowl
coating
mouth-oesophagus-stomach-intestine-
with aphrodisiac-like eagerness.
want
seeks
soul
seeks
more
seeks
want
in the end,
remnants hang
over the moment,
their crustacean shells
emptied of all desire. all this talk
of contentment
is good until
the bowl appears
before you.