E v e

dizzy with fermented lust

bloodshot eyes and quivering lips

my eyelids flickering to keep moist

i awake heavy to need, ache, and the thought of how sweet your torments have been

how they have taken me into this dark tunnel where only you hold the torch

and flash it only briefly at times

reminding me of the pleasures of sanity and release that are outside

outside of the box you keep me in

through your will and control, you enclose me in dire need

and silence

and the anticipation of you...

the possibility that relief may be on your mind

but the probability that new inventions

new torments might be more amusing to you

i shake as i type this...thinking of that little  box where you let me whine and moan into in your absence

capturing my desperation for hours on end as i fade into the backdrop of your day

and i  wait on every second for a word to knock  upon that box

tortured by the time away from your attention...and awaiting the torment of what it may bring

the box is so empty , yet ornate with the dungeon of your will

-poetrician