When you touch me I feel
The passion.
When you are near me I feel
The heat.

But when you are far away I feel lost
Deep in a black hole I feel
A place neither Alice nor the universe
Has witnessed before

My hole is greater than
That of the mind can conjure.

Should I live in the passion for the
One night and suffer the rest of the moons to come?
Should I allow the hormones
To overtake the heart.

My hole will overcome tonight for
Allowing myself to relive the
Misery of not being loved.