by Savannah Skye ©
With lust at my back
I crawl through the night
Knowing I will barely make it to morning
With my equilibrium intact
My body's
insane
Or is it my mind
I cannot tell the difference
In this state of being
So I ask of you my dear
Will you give to me
What will be freeing
So that when
I reach
For what is not there
My hand will not come back empty
Empty of flesh
Empty of sex
Or just plain empty of you
(ss - 11/21/97)