Sing

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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