mervin

Aches. Not heart aches, not loin aches, like broken bone aches,
too deep to soothe, like girl aches, longing, persistent, without agony.
Keen indigestible solid a polished stone in my gullet.
Semi-precious, precious.
Ever so Lucy in the sky,
utterly without edges.
A taste on the tongue that does not diminish,
a taste so inseperable from a craving,
waking , sleeping, longing.
Sweat soaked pillows,
Jesus, I'm jonesing
jonesing for Mrs. Jones.
Sweet
Jesus.