By kevin urenda
Date: 6 March 2000
untitled
Inside me,
amidst the sounds of
love at night
is a longing
that vectors toward despair
an emptiness of ache
for want of being
completely wanted
in your mind and
in your bed
secure in love
but wanting
more than just once
to be possessed by you
consumed by your desire
burnt by the sun of your love
3/4/00
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