Desire Is a Hole.

I want to find the core of your desire

and burrow myself there

but it is just a hole.

Bottomless.

Not even tangible

barely a concept

like stepping through into limbo.

I can’t even say it’s darkness

Darkness is still something

It’s just nothing

The opposite of existing…

Not.

I feel it in the heaviness of my puffy eyes.

The tension in my gritted teeth.

The heat of my nose when the tears begin to fall.

In the hollowness of my chest.

In the absence of the cavity I delved in me

to make space for him-

to make space for meaning

meaning that doesn’t exist.

A reflection of his desire for me.