a black hole of wanting

my body

a burning bush,
orange, amber, golden arms
wave in your direction.
your attention rapt.
you are summoned.

when i do nothing,
i feel everything arising. 
my spine lengthens.
i round into a heap, 
feeling as a sad brick
sinking.
i want to cry,
but there’s more yet
to this aching body’s unraveling.

longing consumes me. 
wraps itself around my hips,
pulling, pulling, breathing into
dense bundles of burning. 
sensual sleeves of fascia
enveloping not so delicate 
black holes of unrest. 
gravity in my bones. 
strength awakens unrelenting sensitivity.

is this inspiration too? 
this wicked snake
coiling round my nerve endings?

the fire, burning.

is this balancing?
homeostatic intervention?
what goes up, must come down.
it’s a cruel thing, this waving.
i need a little love to ease the pain
all over again. 
more of one
is more of the other. 
and i burn for all of this,
wretched and wondrous. 

my body is a black hole of wanting.
around me, reddened leaves wave with the breeze.
are they still burning?

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