There is nothing
no nothing left
I thunder in the space left behind
as my veins are hollow
and my pulse thunders in them
the world in heat is a jungle
but the heat in one is a fever
I am shivering in the sunlight--
when there is nothing
left for movement
the hands slacken and the legs buckle
but the motion unloosed
is shuddering--
in the wake of desire
I cannot take your hand
nor feel your touch
I am beyond comfort
it left me senseless
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