i crave solitudeMature

i crave solitude
the way you crave
red meat, served rare,
leaking blood-tinged juice
all over your plate.
i want to walk around
the apartment in
my underwear, i want
to eat peanut butter
out of the jar with my finger,
i want to learn exactly
what it is that turns me on
in the middle of the night
when no one else is around
to complicate the feeling
of wanting, desperately,
the touch and release of 
everything i’ve been holding
in all day, all week, all
my life.

The End

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