Longing

My soul is insatiable

It lives in a continuous state of 

fullness and lack 

Crying out for a next thing

whilst reveling in a thing once cried for 

A symtom of humannes 

I struggle to change the pattern

But the Longing 

She jolts through my veins 

Quickens my hearbeat

Makes every good thing seem bleaker than an English sky

Have you known a Longing that shouts to you in dreams? 

Suffocates your breath

Demands every morsel of attention

We've become old friends, her and I

The kind who thrive by sucking the life out of the other

Is there a different way?

Satisfaction in the mundane 

Pleasure on a Monday

Hold me down, I shriek 

Please

I release her binding energy through the tips of my fingers

Invite her to exit me

And for a few minutes

I am happy without conditions