Bones Alive.

Drunken, scrambling under the stars, all was but for me
And a single straggling flare of light across the inky sea.
I rolled around on the waves and kicked up acres of biting sand
The taste of peaches rose up in my throat; I groped for your hand
I knew wanting got me nothing but I wanted all the same
Oh, I wanted something badly, but I didn't know its name
All in my soul was awake, awake and crying to be held
Plaintive pleas to God as the merciless ocean shrank and swelled
This head of mine was senseless and frightened of the dark
My very bones alive, on fire, like a brand-new bullet mark
No thoughts but those of you, and me screaming into the air
A martyr to that loneliness, my love, my blank despair
Uselessly I tried to stop myself from being, thinking
And when I tested my will to live I only ended up sinking
The sun, the beating sea, the silver moon, the starry sky
A wailing human whirligig with a drunken, desperate eye
Something drove me demented, for all my books and learning
A splinter of you in my soul, soft and always burning.
I occupied my mind with smoke, with alcohol, with Ulysses
When all I wanted was your mouth, and from it a hundred kisses.