.
.
.
.
.
..
.
.…Really…
I don’t want to say
Such things as please and thank
You~ I want you to come to me…In those
Exact moments of urge~ Impulsive and unapologetic~
I want to feel your hunger and need~ As I long to find my
Respite in you…In my rare moments of weakness~ To curl within
You without sound or question~ My safe refuge cradled within your
Working hands and spiritual skin~ It is here…We release unto one
Another~ No hesitation or regret~ No pining away for inhumane
Promises~ Only this moment~ The organic cultivation of raw
And carnal need~ Collapsing into this fleeting breath of
Understanding before losing each other once more~
Bruised with the aftertaste of an inevitable
And urgent return~ The stained lips
Of intoxication where for this,
I willfully abandon
…Sobriety…