sing me a song of longing, of wishing
so very hard it turns the delicate hairline cracks upon my heart
into fissures, chasms deep
swallowing my darkness, my penumbral emptiness
sing me a song of wanting, needing
so very badly that sleep is not an option
that I will toss and turn
like a ghost ship thrown about on the endless white-foam wave canyons
sing me a song of something! anything!
a war cry to a god impassioned with blood streaming like a river
a heart beat louder than lust
harder than hate and twice as dangerous to hold at midnight.
sing me a song of love...
the echoes of which is a stranger to me, in all its gloried forms.
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