Espresso Martini

Above and below
I felt the inevitable
hunger, my life
in the cold grip
of two poles:
the sea, night
-black swallow, 
and soaring alone,
the electric burn.
I used to know
the difference
between starving
and idle desire,
the breath I need
and the greedy
gulps I steal as if
this was infinite,
as if it wasn’t
already too late
for me, this body
to span the abyss.