I flit through the photos
Trying to find what you find.

My mind just wanders
about the woman

Who shows all her skin.

I see the bodies clashing.
Eyes ablaze, burning with the hope of release.

But it's no where to be found.

Instead of feeling the familiar ache
I feel numb,
Left behind.  

The woman on the screen seems to be the only thing I can relate to.
Her eyes distant and resentful.

I find no release.
only skin.