I can’t get enough
Not from one or any of you
I seethe with potential
Answers to the question:
Just how many of you
Could I take (and take, and take)
In the suspended space
Of one afternoon?

Oh I’m self-sufficient
A free woman
Still, I can’t seem to
Get what I need  
Not hard enough
Not deep enough
Not often enough
Not dark enough
Not rough enough
Not real enough
Not enough pain
Not enough care
For all that I dare
To give up

I want to feel those
******* butterflies
Those weak knees
I have reins to give you
Take them

Instead I’m
Disconnected
Disaffected
Utterly bereft
The whole package
Left unwrapped
Treasure untapped
Energy sapped

Don’t laugh -
And please don’t say
No, and especially not
“For my own good” -
That will not do.
You don’t know!
This is the way!
I have nothing else
To say about it -
This is my road
The path home.