i am cracked
she has taken a piece of me
and will not be returning
i can never replace the stolen trust
i am hurting with hunger
that is not safe
i know this desperation
will keep me from the next one
i cannot relax the desire
or talk myself calm
i am almost angry with the search
yet indiscriminately struck
by photos and prostitutes
i have to go through it
this raging need
i have to listen to each
expression of soul
there is a liveliness here
i am full of life itself
spilling it when possible
i blur the lines of sanity
and erotic narcosis
i will drown wanting more
