its something my mind returns to
on nights like this
when the wind beats down my window
and the rain pelts seductively
down the glass,
it's a hunger I can't satisfy
by words alone,
though I have tried-
it's the same line I've been saying
over and over again
to you, to him and that guy there
with the virile profile-
if only, if only, I wish, I wish.
perhaps it's an insecurity,
perhaps it's a weakness that I care
but can't move on it, you see...
no reason to risk it all
just for more words
with even the kindest ones rejecting me
and as the storm builds
I grow more alone each minute
I cannot crawl in your arms.