My last name says it all…
I LONG to have it all again.
By that I mean fucking.
I could bitch again and again,
yet, the longing I feel
is an overpowering urge.
Powerful, constant, and tormenting.
A sexless life is killing me.
I want whoever you are
to straddle me, lean over
until your hair brushes my skin.
I want living opposed to longing.
I will never seek someone
that I know I cannot have.
Even for a night of ecstasy.
Even in a random place.
Regardless of consequence,
regardless of relationship status.
I am longing
as the dusty, fading memories
of bygone days plague me!
Aromas of that state of Nirvana
engulf me in the flames
of this imaginary passion between us!
I could ramble on vainly…
I could wish for more, vainly.
Unmarried, childless, loveless…
My heart and soul mourns on
with longing for that someone
to unlock herself to me,
thus, unlocking Daniel’s
imaginary prison cell.
Where now wintry nights in bed
contrast with the life I had before.
That heavenly love blended
with the forbidden ecstasies of hell.
