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