playing
life and death
love and hurt
riding the edge
burning the skin

crush my soul
snort my self
consume me
intoxicate
yourself

the intensity
of the moment
takes me days
to recover

loving the games
the wait
the desires
the loss and the fear
asking for more

hearing your voice
a false sense
of proximity
I wished
I'd hoped...
a stab in my guts

seeing you today
not talking
not touching
not fucking
our mind faking
our bodies remembering

Like a punch
I feel drunk
wavering about
all I can do
is write
about you