I still dream of it
that ache to get it all back
when I wake the swell of it
slowly fading like a morning glory
wilting under the
intense blaze of the sun
left with only the memory of a memory
until dusk brings me back
and I can dream of it again
pumping myself up for an affair
I can only grasp and
sleep
trying to satisfy what I lusted for all day
the touch of flesh
then the in and out
and the eventual expiration
I recall in a fog
when down t comes
again
a day in and day out ritual
my brain struggling to contain
unrequited except
when I sleep
and never ever enough to satisfy me
when I am awake
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