Lover For A Night Poem by Je'free Y .

There is a strange kind of void inside
That I am filling with void
Every time I restrict myself to be human,
Or to be the vulnerable kind.
It is scary for this is not the real me.
Maybe, one day, I'll understand true substance,
As I uncage these emotions.

There is a savage kind of yearning
That I am feeding with ferocity
Every time I consume you,
And devour every atom of your being.
It is despairing the more strangers I know.
Maybe, soon, I'll feel the warmth of contentment,
As I spark a flame of compassion in my heart.

Could this be a phase towards the existence
Of true love and of good fortune?
Is every hallway to the throne of dreams
This grueling, this untamed, this filthy?
As a survival mechanism for now,
Love is fast, short, temporary-
Ever-changing bodies in ever-changing rooms.
Nothing remains. Nothing ultimately fulfills.