My heart beats within
all through it lives without
Love the one thing I need most
It hurts but yet I live
to live without love and I ponder
Why bother to live at all?
Nothing makes sense
Nothing matters
It’s the one true thing that makes me happy
But also the one thing that always seems to cut at my heart with a dull knife
in the face of god whose only goal in life is to do such a thing
And then my tears do fall
down the face that so wants
to be touched by masculine hands
That long to do so then
I wake and see him