I was lonely.
I was drunk.
I was waiting for you.
In the fury of desire
I burnt my skin.
Would you come
to pour the healing
oil on my heart?
Touch my wounds
softly and kindly.e
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Drunk! ! Loneliness! ! Waiting for love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.