Thirst

I'm thirsty for your blood
and thirsty for this knowledge
thirsty for your touch
and thirsty for your courage
I'm thirsty in the morning,
all into the night
thirsty when I sleep and thirsty when I tremor
I'm thirsty in my dreams and thirsty in your
bed
I'm thirsty when you sting me
and thirsty to be bled,
thirsty when you show me
how much you really want me
thirsty when you leave
and thirsty when you tell me
you've got no words left to speak
I'm thirsty when you fall
and thirsty when you bleed
I'm thirsty for your blood
thirsty for the seed,
and thirsty for your drainage
thirsty for your thoughts that I can make my own
I'm thirsty for your empty
lifeless
shell
I'm thirsty for the life
you breathe inside my tale.
And Thirsty for the purple
bruises on my legs
cuts on my wrists
and razors on my tongue
I'm Thirsty for swallowing
the things that make me numb.