Some quenchless desire
I feel like a Buddhist Hermit
Mr Bhartrihari
Can you hear my words
My cup overflowing
With champaign and roses
She is the immaculate confection
Tasting like Belgium chocolate
With no shelf life
Her beauty is beyond expiration
She melts at room temperature
I am torn between sexual desire
And a hunger
She is absorbing
And acoustic
In space
No one can hear my screams
Am I left voiceless
With too much to say

The wilderness it beckons
40 days and 40 nights
I am fasting for a sign
The ache it’s real
This separation is just too much
The edging scintillating
Damn, how I need this woman
She walks...