both

somehow
(and i’m not really sure how)
you manage to leave me
in a constant state
of being satiated
and insatiable
at the same time
always satisfied
and weak from pleasure
but forever wanting more
even now
my body cries out your name
like a long-winded Wednesday
calling out for the weekend
with the last breath
it can muster
as your lips search out
and trace my collarbone
making it impossible
to take my next breath

January 7, 2016