Like a gluttonous bird <br />That seeks the flesh of worms <br />I feed on my compulsion <br />Entranced by the path of sight <br />As I wade in to the oceans of possibilities <br />Shelved goods of a Walmart shop <br />As my greedy eyes scavenge <br />Like a predator in search of its prey <br />For my next orgasmic caress <br />As the fingertips feel the warmth of matter <br />A soothing tranquillizing feeling <br />That synergistically fires neurons of bliss <br />As the heart enraptures in her haven <br />The mind laughs like a feasting hyena <br />As I return to my collector’s sanctuary <br />To behold, to yield to my narcissism <br />For undiluted hubris to wet my sands of thought <br />To unveil an invisible force, an instinctive crusader <br />Fueled by undulating tides of impulsion <br />As I gaze at my collections of mementos <br />Only for the vines of destiny to tug like a telepathic puppeteer <br />To my next hunting ground, the souvenir shop<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kleptomaniac-3/
