Hunger

Bitter-sweet nostalgia...

Desire pulls hard,

But it's too late.

Dead are all my virtues

And gifts.

It dulls not any pains,

And hard covet

Reaps a poor harvest

In these latter days.

Starve me in

Bone man torture.

Skin-tight lover.

Pound upon pound

Of flesh paid well

With gnawing ache,

And hunger.

But your want lies asleep,

Under frozen layers of ignorance.

Or even fear.

Dressed in sacrilege,

I sprawl in hurt

...And wear thorns

Just for you.

Read my scars,

Count my sorrows,

But see me!

'Lest the cruel beauty

In my song face the trial

Of deaf ears.

And that is truly worse than death.

I dance in your spirit

And sleep so well in your arms.

Awake unattainable one...

Awake...