Lust

The muscles in your mouth
have frozen in a permanent duckface
and if your face had a mouth
it would complain since you dyed her out
to make 10,000 strangers
fall in; lust—with your body.

Your lips drip with honey
but you are still hungry
you thought their words would
warm you up but they didn't do plenty
for your empty-mess—
you only burn for more.

Would you know before it's late?
the body is a savage and
if it feeds (on attention) before the spirit
has had a fill, the spirit starves—slowly
and while your body lives
your spirit grieves.

Would you hear her screams?
or would the noise
of virtual strangers
drown her out?