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Spires rise
against the background
of pink purple skies
and I try to
calm myself
amidst voracious cries

I'm relieved to know
only a few hours lie
between us and your
tight embrace
encirling me
helping me quiet
the bellows
for more
more of everything
food
love
sex
things
time
recognition
attention
oh, but for
my surgical solution

Must pain be so imminent
ever present
to stop me?
and my self inflicted stupidness

Even the pleasure
is dampened
all those good things
taste bland
on the palate
smells pale
colours dissipate
nothing is enough

This futile yearning
is insistent
loud
and insatiable
drowning out
subtler softer
sweeter
pleasures

My gentle rest
where have you gone?