My body aches with need

Bones beg to be fed
Awaken please
Parts of me that play dead
It is more than just touch
But touch too
The kind that can pierce right through you


Make your essence shake and your body ache
Tremble with yearning
Instead of learning to suppress this 
I obsess it's 
All I can think of
But what is love without need?
Want without some level of pure greed?


My body is my instrument
My heart makes it play
But my head is intent
On getting in the way

Dandelion

A dandelion

In a fierce wind

I cannot possibly keep it together

under these conditions

The tiny seeds take flight

And the herb is undressed without a fight

Where beauty was
A skeleton sways 
An eerie reflection in so many ways

I am an awestruck child

with tiny, clumsy hands 

I did not even make a wish

I just watched it all come apart

And every seed (like a piece of my heart)

Is scattered about


I know new life is on the horizon
But I am ransacked and empty
and unable to see past the destruction
to confirm the reproduction of something worth dying for


I am desperate
delicate
devastated 


Where flowers grew
A weed remains
When love once was
there is but a cloudy haze


Suddenly I am purposeless and hopeless
A weed amongst many
Lost in a green sea
And sick with envy


There is nothing quite like it
To ache in this still quiet
And sway in the wind of change
And change in the swaying wind

On Wanting More

An unquenchable desire

It is wanting water and swallowing fire

I am burning and yearning

And this desire is but a ghost

I cannot explain
A thirst I cannot contain

An ex-lover with no proper name

A wall with ears to hear my pain 

And moans of shame

A faceless figure to take the blame

This hunger haunts me the way a shadow follows

I am wayward but I wallow in this temptation

And choke on the contemplation

Of this anonymous need

Is it greed to want this world

To the very last drop?

To travel by train and feel as though each stop

Is the one I missed?

That each moment, though completely and utterly filled with bliss,

Is, all at once, unsatisfying and meaningless?