Another Miss Maybe.

[rewiiired]

So much flesh
for the picking, souls await
that could satiate, as I subsist
amidst a virtual buffet
sailing on a sea of spirits,

possessed by drums, strings,
hypnotic incantations
through the wonderfully wicked
rites on stage,

yet here again I stand,
hand in hand with my dismal
commitment to isolation,
unable or unwilling to crack
this fearful shell,

wrap my infinitely thirsty
tongue around a million flavors,
a million hedonistic highs
here for the taking

if only I had a battle plan
to satiate aching I can no longer
bury beneath denial

for the claws inside are scraping
against the iron shell,
like nails against blackboard
as primal screams

of deepest need
despite all want to the contrary
overpower the feeble
facade of conscious constructs,

bringing my rigid locale
to a state of emergency
as yet another
Miss Maybe strolls by.

 

[hbrewste]

your word choice is phenomenal. great work!

 

[dance.ana.dance]

^^ agreed.