The Nature Of...

The Nature Of...

All the time, lying in bed
standing in the shower, walking down the street
It burns in me, this taste
And o how I wish I could scour it from my tongue
O if I could, if I could --

Telling yourself that you can lead a loveless life does not make it so
Still your heart will run ahead
Out of your mind's sight, turning corners
And breaking free into the imagination's dark:
Slipping out from your grip
And you wake up in the middle of the night
Gasping, swollen
Pregnant with a namelessness --

An ear bereft of another's breath
empty without whispers of want