Tonight I lie on a bed of coals.
It stings me with each touch.
Yet, the heat is absent.
It is cold.
I search for a warm body to caress.
A warm radiant ray of light.
Yet, I find nothing but cavernous space,
Floating over stagnant waters.
My heart yearns for a fix.
It calls for a host to fill its vacancies.
Yet, it beats on.