A brief and unrefined exploration of longing and self-identity illustrates how desire can both support and destroy a person. It highlights the urgent craving for another’s touch as the space where one’s identity is lost, regained, and reshaped.
Splintering
i need you like this— drenched in absence. mourning and begging splintering. unmade. hollow without hands exploring me, unfulfilled without your tongue between my thighs, unresolved without your cock splitting me— abeyant, waiting for you to devour me.
this, the aggregate of existing in this erotic body esurient of you— your grip, your gravity, your desire. ceding into ruin, my clit pulsing alive against your tongue as you evanesce me into something new. shattering only when torn apart. existing in debris of your making. recognizing myself only in this dismantling. loving a body only breathing inside your hands, breaking.
Author’s Note
This poem emerges from urgent longing, viewing desire as an elemental hunger rather than a choice. Phrases like “esurient of you” and “abeyant, waiting” stem from that persistent feeling. The initial images derive from experiences of absence and mourning, making the need feel both intense and immediate. I depicted intimacy as moments of transformation, where touch can both erase and reshape identity. Expressions such as “evanesce me into something new” and “recognizing myself only / in this dismantling” reflect a vision of selfhood revealed through surrender. I intentionally used consumptive verbs like devour, split, and shatter to illustrate the lover’s power to reshape, which can sometimes be destructive. Throughout, I center the body as the poem’s core, emphasizing that being held, touched, and broken is where the speaker finds and comes to understand themselves.
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longing is such a delicious ache
ensurient of you