An empty bed
with nothing but thoughts
to play with myself
leaves one restless
wanton and, for the moment, lost.
Pleasure alone
reaps shadow memories
and visions unknown
far too distant, feeling detached
from my body's sweet release
and my soul's carnal desire.
Lost in the shuffle of the illusory life,
the bondage of choices
safely tied up in (k)nots
martyrs the spirit
dying to free
the present I really crave to be.
