poetic masturbation

My mind switch
goes on

and on again

without any...

provocation

...god I just want him to pull my arms
back over my head
and run the side of his skin
up and around
inside

my


heart...

as it rips

with periodic beats of self mutilation


or is it self preservation


with the absence of

his lips
sliding summer heat
around my neck

while his breath
shakes it's way into


suddenly
gone


tell me how much more
can one soul

with all my thoughts of...

left alone

make sense
of this blood rushing

life consuming


emptiness