The ache grows
Into a gathering fog of unrest
Laying siege
To my refuge of dawn

Taunting curves
Singe without pause
Mercilessly slashing
At the womb of my wants

The pulsating need
Is the torment I reap
That pummels my nerves
Until these love-sick bones
All rage

Until my wishful mind
Is but a simmering stew
Adrift without use
To the worldly swell

I am shamefully blue
And the hour is lost
In the chattering dusk
Where all beggars dissolve