What more do I have to offer you?
What more could I give?
What more do you want?
What other piece of myself have I not shared?
what acts have I not devoted to you?
what seed have I not given to you?
What flesh would satiate your hunger?
What bits of brain and bone would appease you?
Devourer of men,
heartless and bottomless void.
I would carve out my own heart if it would quiet you.
I would drain my body of every fluid to slake your endless thirst.
This world is a vampire.
This world is a succubus.
Unholy and repugnant allure.
Take it from me.
I yearn for you.
In the dead of winter I love your stark absence of life;
the dearth of fecundity.
I languish in your hellish heat;
knowing every photon is killing my body.
The life giver,
is the death bringer.
I am connected to you
by every atom of my form.
Every breath I breathe is you
and every cell of my body
cries out for your touch.
I am a spaceman,
careening through the abject mystery,
on a rocky ball,
a dirty, wet castaway;
and I crave this miserable existence
that is life itself.
detached by from the whole of the Earth,
separated from my humanity
by thousands of dead miles;
I still feel the compulsion.
The draw of pouted lips.
The depth of sultry eyes.
Crashing into you is inevitable.
My death is certain,
and I relish the day
I am physically driven into you,
our bodies smashed together
with irresistible, cosmic force,
and we are inextricable once more.
Scintillating and deplorable;
cut to fit.
The “Goldilocks Zone” of sanity.
Deprived of your winsome gaze,
the mind turns,
and shrivels to a desiccated husk.
I was born for you,
to be with you
“This is Spaceman;
HG – 2017