Questing

Tear stained letters in my fist,
and I can't stop reading them.
The words there blurred by my eyes,
but forever burned into my mind.

Your touch still lingers on my lips,
like a limb lost so long ago.
You took with you my heart that day,
yet still breath dwells in my chest.

What sort of creature am I,
that even after a feast so great,
I remain so empty; so hungry,
filled only with burning desire.

In Limbo I do dwell,
but it might as well be Hell,
tortured by the sweetest dreams,
waking only with bitter aftertaste.

Sometimes I evision your arms around me,
your soft warm flesh pressed 'gainst mine,
the sweetness that you whispered,
as you nibbled on my ear.

To press into you again,
your warmth consuming me once more,
nothing but you and I as one,
forever in that moment of unity.

What a foul beast, I must be,
to long for that afterglow,
to watch the even heave of life in your chest,
as we lay entwined,
caressing softly one another's face.

Oh, what a foul beast I am!
Please...slay me!
Save me from these nocturnal visions,
that I might rest serene,
the I might find new life, a full life.

A facade and nothing more,
'tis never meant to last.
All that God has made,
shall wither and die,
and on the Seventh day,
He shall rest.

But what of mortal man, such as I,
no rest shall I find, being wicked.
My mind burdened with this darkness,
I shall never lay down my head,
without desire lingering there.

This desire for union everlasting,
bound by the strings of mine own heart,
perhaps proclaimed on stones inlaid,
but is this that which drives my being?

Do I truly seek commitment,
or merely the closeness of flesh?
Is it a crime, a sin perhaps,
for creatres wrought in flesh,
to live only for flesh not consumed?

Though, that is not the question here:
Why do I hunger still after a feast so grand?
What is this longing I cannot explain?
Why must a wayward spirit be tormented so?