Greedy

He writes, the glow of screen light,

I love to see you type,

I try to hold on, to what I knew,

I feel the pull, it’s tearing through.

Dancing for no one but me

I need to feel my body

I break my frame, try to feel something

I bruised my skin, imagining.

That I could make a mess

And feel from my chest

Your eyes are iced and new

There is desire in the blue

In the corners of the dark, I fall for you,

I want to stay, empty out for you

I wish I could make a mess,

And feel from my chest

Drip dry, its soaking in,

Trails of, doubt on my skin,

You look at me, silently,

I feel the heat, the blood rush in

Keep me up for hours on end I’m wired I am wilder

I'm not eating anything I’m greedy for your hunger