Why AM I...

A wondering of sorts

 

The eyes that never meet,

The souls who miss their beat.

 

You know the times,

When naked spies,

Drink like fever from your thighs.

 

When blood is taken,

Sourced and fated,

Sweat invaded.

My mind…

 

Endangered.

 

To come home early,

Skin untouched,

With a heart-beat baking

Inside my breast.

 

To feel and stretch

And hold and know

The eager, faceless

Gaping hole.

 

Eternal,

Infernal.

 

Why am I

 

Always alone...