A dumb-ass horse to poisonous waters,
is what I am…
With a desire that never falters,
giving way too much of a damn.
Famine,
Examine,
my shrinking flesh,
my brittle old bones,
And you, always cool and fresh
playfully throw stones.
You have no idea, not a clue
About the great big iceberg
that lurks beneath these depths so blue.
He teases, he cuts with his words
the very heart of me.
Hungry…
I want his undivided attention,
But I have no right to hope
For his affection,
And yet, I tighten the rope
with false hope and expectation.
I want more words
as is custom to our conversations…
I want him, all of him, but it’s too much,
for I have no claim to his touch.
Starvation,
for salvation,
that will never come.
-Sorting through some feelings…
Whimsical Wordsmith 