Who hasn’t felt the rush of a kiss
before being severed by fulfilment?

daylight bisects me with its tongue,
shadows skedaddle past the faded bandage

as if someone is still looking. is still
pulling me closer with a trembling hand

I want to be needed, thirsted for. oh, to be
something held, handed, hampered by lips

something picked over and over again
to fill the body’s arid questionnaire

I have learnt how need is just a needle
pointing to the soul. I was once lifted

in love, and then poured out into glasses,
consumed in sips and gulps. All I recall

is to love anything that flows, to crave
that what’s meant to fill a hollow.