You make me
Crave.
Like l crave the movement of your eyes looking up, looking down at me
Drinking me
My lips
When they move but all they move to is
Your laughter and
We share secrets like books, pass them back and forth, make jokes about it
But
What if you knew
How much I crave
Crave
The cock of your neck
Flutter of your eyelashes
Desire when you see me
Breathe words next to me
Look at me
Look at me
Why won't you look at me?
I wanted too much again
Because I craved and felt the
Desire fall like
Ashes around me
As I burned my hands trying to
Be someone i felt slip away
Years ago and tie it too right, too tight
Around my neck in an undisclosed effort to come across oh so appealing yet I—
Me, my tan smooth skin,
My big hips, ample lips,
Supple—
I won't be that, or this or anything but.
I have my pain, and my cravings,
And I feel joy and love and laughter
And delight when I talk or think or smell or remember the taste of what it was like when
We were once
In the same room with our clothes
In trails leading to a laughing bed and ticklish tongues that meet continuously to the thrum of our hips
Because I'm digging my hands through your hair and moaning
And loving the pain and pleasure of my heart
Breaking
Glass shards all over the sheets.
I'm breaking.
Can't you see it?
My crazy lungs
Obnoxious heart
Tainted smile and
Oiled soul.