The want,
so deep
it aches,
a hot
consuming,
buzzing
glow.
I can’t contain
its fevered
shape,
from all of
me it
flows.
I know,
I know
its threat
to me
will simply
overthrow,
but open-heart
is all I know,
I yield,
devoured
whole.
23.8.20
The want,
so deep
it aches,
a hot
consuming,
buzzing
glow.
I can’t contain
its fevered
shape,
from all of
me it
flows.
I know,
I know
its threat
to me
will simply
overthrow,
but open-heart
is all I know,
I yield,
devoured
whole.
23.8.20