Sipping bodies, I taste
The hole still burning
Staring cracks in light, I bend
To desire’s devious plan.
Creation is my lifeblood.
Visions and forms give me nibbles
But do not fill my well
Words are useless fuckers
Tantalizing on my tongue and page
Delving hands deeply
Sculpting with no plan
Sucking all I can
From Adagio for Strings and any sound that sears my heart
Desperately inhaling all to close this ache inside
Try as I might
The vibrations aren’t right
I fail to touch it, soothe it, hold it, be filled by it
The source eludes me.