strange
semblance of last day's love
vex me, perplex me, vastly
reverberating strategically
tender torture remaining
eloquently tracing my every neuron
— want to be breathing you in, intensively
the essence of you, digging
boroughing deeply, repeatedly, completely
— want to love you, if I can
hoping to reconcile my conflicting drives
gut reactions, each detraction, distraction
- want to fuck you, sweetly
don't know any other description
to define my affliction, addiction, prescription
to ease the very thirst
that overcomes each moment, each cell
you stroke my e-zones with your words, sounds,
smiles, smells, touch...
forbidding any confusion within...
