Fiending

It's been too long since I've looked at the stars
and watched them spiral out of control
I used to gaze up from the

Sweet nectar,

Running thick as honey in my veins,

Sticky and sweet.

Itching desire,

Forcing myself to go and search,

He sits at his favorite table in the diner, against the left wall, in the middle.

He holds a cup of coffee in one hand and

Laid out like powdery lengths of pure sex

Alabaster javelins on smooth, mirrored fields

We summon The Beast, fangs at our

He once wore a suit, clean and pressed.
Worked hard to give his family the best.
His demeanor showed a fine character, a
Pride