Hunger

Bitter-sweet nostalgia…

Desire pulls hard,

But it's too late.

Dead are all my virtues

And gifts.

It dulls not any pains,

And hard covet

Reaps a poor harvest

In these latter days.

Starve me in

Boneman torture.

Skin-tight lover.

Pound upon pound

Of flesh paid well

With gnawing ache,

And hunger.

But your want lies asleep,

Under frozen layers of ignorance.

Or even fear.

Dressed in sacrilege,

I sprawl in hurt

… And wear thorns

Just for you.

Read my scars,

Count my sorrows,

But see me !

'Lest the cruel beauty

In my song face the trial

Of deaf ears.

And that is truly worse than death.

I dance in your spirit

And sleep so well in your arms.

Awake unattainable one…

Awake…