Identical twins – both want and need

a five minute slow dance in the rain

sheltered whispers with lingering eyes

moon reflection bathing naked skin

blood speaking to bones in raging fire

intoxicating words cavorting on heart beats

tongue carving expanses of bodies in desire

embraced in the sanctuary of diamond dreams

intertwining puzzles of dragon dust wind

silent words from voice of soulful eyes

lovers’ heat unleashing ripples of enticement

a nirvanic utopia of liquid, beseeching pith

I want you, I need you, compressed together

like the saucy wink of a butterfly’s wings.

The irate buyer, adamant

Certain of her rights

Demanded the clerk

Call a manager

And allow her to complain

In person

Of the terrible service she was subjected to.

And the clerk

Dialed the number

Knowing neither the manager

Nor the customer

Really wanted to have the conversation

But needed to go through the motions

To justify their existence

As human beings not just economic forces.

And she needed the job to eat.

I want to go to sleep.

But I don't need to.

not yet anyway.

I can still function.

I can still write. 

I need to write.

I don't want to but it feels like if I don't get the words out of me they'll kill me.

No.

That's wrong.

I need food, water, and rest.

Honestly I can't remember the last time I ate.

I've been too busy writing.

My lips are parched and dry.

I've been too busy typing.

I haven't slept in close to three days.

If I said I'm fine I'd be lying.

I need control.

I want to finish this last piece of work.

I need to stop.

I want to keep on writing.

I might actually be dying.

I need help.