In the ecstasy of unfulfilled yearning *

We are animals.
We suck the blood
from our wounds.
clawing for more.

I don't love you.
I just want you.
In the basest corner,
salivating.
I want to see you
in the state you revert to

...
you're not as classy as your dresses
not as sophisticated as your politics

Raw, in your essence,
you have meat and you want it pounded!
screaming vulgarities
"... "
- and now you come to me.

If I don't dwell upon the abstractions,
I (guess) I can be with you...

I want to forever live
in the ecstasy
of unfulfilled yearning.
(I don't want to touch.)
In the basest corner,
salivating...