Some days are better
Than others
When my
Dire desire becomes more than want
More than crave
A need to feel you.
Baby, just a graze
Raise my attention
By any means
A vibration,
A cadence
Send me your wavelength
No signal--
It’s pressure
A weighted breath
The spreading of
Famine.
It is an impulse for my
Mind to itch towards you
It is constant
It is nearly torture
Some days I am in a swarmed sea
And you are the boat
Others say I’m in a hollowed cave
And you are on the other side waiting
Fuck, I miss you.
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