O you,
you enlightened rogue,
scratching & scribbling,
clawing
at your meager existence.
You insist,
you insist it's love
you squeeze,
drain from
your tortured soul.
But alas,
I feel it's something deeper,
something so close to your darkened core,
something begging for release,
a ******* radiant light,
pooling off your tongue.