the mental / the physical

my soul has been removed
like tonsils
for being filthy
or like an appendix
for being useless
now empty space

[fingers swirling
over the sweetest spot
more than a touch
tumbling off the edge of mind]

a bubble in my blood
hungry like a singularity
a deadly maw of darkness
ever feasting
and magnetic
to its prey

[a heat that tingles
from the soft slick places
and ricochets along my nerves
blazing deep desires]

what simmers, shimmers
in the empty space?
deadly vapors waiting
to spark venomous flame
in the chambers
of beating hearts

[a flood of need
feverish bouts of lust
breath hitching climax
gasp and grind and grin]