The Blood & The Bones

void.

it was the want that was heavy
and I knew they could see it, spilling over, hard to hold
especially with hands turned toward the sky, arms extended to their limit
always, always
these loud questions thumping in my covetous chest
what within was so void I sought feeling even if it was pain?
what was so cold I sought warmth, one and the same, from the hearth or the forest fire?
does it mean I am more alone than all other?
or more alive?

the blood
& the bones