Appetites

So I just wrote a poem for my writing class tomorrow. To me it seems a little weird and I don't know if it makes sense or if it is really even a poem. But I'll share it anyway.....

Appetites: A to Z

I have an Appetite for the rich and delicious blessings in life,
That shape my Bountiful flesh into both beauty and burden.

The Creative one is the cornerstone of who I claim to be.
That Dreamy girl, with her head in the clouds.
But essentially, Earth-bound.

And I wonder, will it ever be Fruitful?
Those words on the page that keep me Grounded?

I am always Hungry for more.
Insisting I can have it all.
Wiping the Juice from my lips,
Like after a stolen Kiss, so delicious, you cannot tell
If it is Love or Lust or maybe just a Lie.

The Multitude of emotions,
Finding me Neither here nor there.
Like the Ocean waves, bobbing and cresting, rolling and crashing.
Like Passion.

But then it is Quiet.
And I Rise to discover
That all is Still.

And even though I have told my Truth,
And I have shared the Universal human experience,
And let the blood pour from my Veins,
I still Wander.

And I will never know where to place the X.
For my Youthful desire for adventure keeps me traveling.
And feeds my appetite for Zest.