I drink, unto you,
fury shakes my heart,

my mind,

I feel it squeeze
with a sickness unruly,
tight.

And sleeplessness stored,
discomfort cocooned
in worry,

the coolness in your sheets
again...

Selfish
when we are apart,
and together,

never cohesive.
It's a loneliness that I crave
it's what we perfect.