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Writhing Thirst

Adrift in the valley of your longing,
my skin boils at the mere suggestion of our collision 
To do without seems a bitter resolution 
Writhing thirst abounds here 
Kept afloat by shameless circumstance,
and the illusion of impunity 
All sensation of transgression wilts in the sultry company of your sun
but the moon carries subdued introspection 
I all but scorn her muted whispers of wisdom,
in favor of fervent desire and faint affection 
We are hushed by necessity,
obligation burdening our every indiscretion
Nevertheless, we concede to our shared hunger
Time and again

Ambiguous Intent

Ambiguity colors these circumstances
Left uncertain of where this arrangement stands 
Hushed with words but deafening in action
Harshly painted with your irresolution 
Your pretense is maintained so skillfully to others,
I'm nearly mislead with the rest 
Awaiting the next uninhibited relinquishment
Bereft of the privilege of assumption 
Unspoken intentions plague me tirelessly
The cool comfort of confidence is all but absent here,
but the gamble is far too gripping
I find myself refusing to succumb to skepticism 
Left to suffer through these stretches of harrowing reservation
Still waiting, I remain