



I know the difference between a want and a need.
I need very little.
I want a lot.
I practice wanting less.
I want you.
Now.
So intensely it feels like a need.
I just can't settle down until I have you.
So I need you to come and give me some of your calm.
Nothing else is working.
I don't want to practice wanting you less.
I like the feeling.
But come soon anyway.
2 comments:
Now THAT'S poetry.
I'm howling! I'm stomping my feet!
Owwoooooo oooo!
Baby, oh man, you slay me!
Slay us all.
Owwoooooo oooo! is right. I've been slain myself.
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