Some Days

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.