aching

pulling

bloodthirsty

i am.

that

illustrious feeling

so tender, so strong,

gnawing away

at my insides

trying to rip itself from my groin

and extend past the physical boundaries

of my body.

trying to reach another

and pull them close

too close

too tight

until two is one

and the moon becomes the sun

because we spent the whole night

making

lovely fools

of ourselves.

isn’t it strange, to feel desire

and still desire no one?