Crave me together

Desire with no where to go, festering inside these organs that just sit here, doing nothing. Movement amongst the silence, taking upon the qualities of madness, for my lover, 3000 miles away, is fading from my physical memory. I am ready. Take me. But don't leave. I will fall apart.

Creation

Temple

Love

sacrifice

joy

money

debt

doubling

dying

finding

exacting

cutting

looking

feeling

tension

hands

fingertips upon writing me into poetry

gaze always follow from the male's eye

follow follow

find

is

another

word

for

dis(cover)

me