every night
i dream of love
of the hazy warmth
of another soul

yearning flows,
through my very blood
and i can feel my heartbeat
spilling onto my bedsheets

i bleed melancholy
i am morose, moronic
and forever mindless
waiting, weeping, wanting

I CANNOT CONTINUE
TO STARE AT MY CEILING
AND WAIT TO BE DESTROYED
BY THE MONSTER
THAT IS LOVE, TRUE LOVE

LOVE WILL DEVOUR ME
FERVENTLY AND WITHOUT MERCY
IT IS A FERAL, HAUNTING THING
YET I STILL WANT
OH, I WANT I WANT I WANT

i’ve never wanted anything more

my blood is warm
when it spills
drip—ping
down
my
thighs
my heart longs
to speak words,
secrets of
the flesh
but instead
she just weeps
and pounds against
my ribs, her cage
and my stomach
is wet with her tears