Always craving

Switching and searching; grabbing loose sand and air.
That’s what your soul is doing, when you realize that I’m not there.
Tossing and turning; sweating from your head to your toes.
That’s what your body is doing, when you realize how love goes.

Fisting and fitting; craving the life that I lead.
That’s what’s your mind are seeing, when you look at me.
Hitting and smashing; wanting to hold me close.
That’s what your own will is telling you, when the nights are cold.

Wining and watching; at the way I dance with time.
That’s what your tears are screaming, when you pray to be mine.
Bouncing and bleeding; when you fall to your knees.
That’s the sound of your heart begging; to be free from this disease.