Itch Like This

[phirefly]

Noticed someone post a poem for NAPOWRIMO. Had something itching at me. Figured I'd try to get it out.

Still not satisfied with all of it, but it's the first thing I've written in ages, and it's mostly not horrible. So, yeah, may as well post it. Might even try to do the poem-a-day thing. We'll see how that goes.

Itch like this
gets up under the skin
and writhes around for a while,
curling and catching on nerves,
tugging at irrelevant thoughts
to wrangle them into its mess
until there isn't anything left
inside except the need,
the want, the unasked questions:
why do you keep me waiting so long
when all I need's a word or two to
scratch this hunger out for just a
little while,
so just maybe
I can sleep without desire shaking
me to life in the dead of night as
if I had nothing better to do than
lust for you, who I don't yet know,
each detail you feed me more fuel
for the brushfire spreading far too
fast inside my bones,
an insufferable ache
to which you remain
blissfully oblivious,
my fitful nights not your concern?
All I want is some quiet to quell
this curiosity, to quench
this riot you've incited
inside me all too easily, nothing
a kiss or two can't cure; instead,
a word or two could do, enough to
bring fingers to skin--futile,
fervent--body
bowed & bucking,
so much breath
spent trying to
rub this out..!
but no, there's just this echo
calling out to your narcissus,
some girl all raw and restless
for want of just a little more
more
more.