Love it’s you I lack

The piercing grief, the dagget in the throat

The feel of choking hands, the ruptured heart

Every part is hum inrting in such pain

The waves roll in again, again, again

There is a layer of grief trapped in the skin.

We need a soothing touch it is no sin.

I close my eyes against the demon pain

Touch me, darling, touch me once again.

I do not see the key for this door’s lock.

My inner wrists sigh; love, it’s you I lack