A decade untouched;
a lifetime without good touch.
My loneliness a leper
contagious and consuming
clinging to all those around me.
Channel it, move it,
funnel me art, a word, hole;
an endless and infinite.
That black hole gravity
pulling colorful, satin pearls,
out my eyes and into my bed.
The void for love,
I need and need, so much
more than I'm willing to take.
It's that Tuck Everlasting longing.
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