Languid (ravenous)

You were languid,
Stretched longingly
Across the table spread;
A grand buffet.
For all the fangs,
The toothy maws
And hairy paws
Of civilized discourse.

What we discuss,
Stays between us.
What we discuss,
Is a matter of trust.
What we discuss,
Is our disgust.

For our broken towers
Building babel upon
Babylon lost in the sands
Of asphalt tomorrows
And concrete realities;
Our grand central epiphanies,
Our abused formalities,
And ravenous tendencies.