Fasting Fervor

Pillow gripped so tight you bleed,

It is the times like this you terribly need,

Knees pulled tight,

Sexual desire is freed,

Can’t win this fight,

It’s over you see,

Take your deep breaths and scream your names,

In the aftermath,

You’re all that remains,

Floating colors and crimson stains,

Blood flows from hands and scratches alike,

It’s strange the things we do at night,

After the wake the craving starts,

Again alone with your breaking heart.