have you ever had a thirst you couldn't cool

can such a thing exist, a hunger that cannot be filled, an unappeasable appetite? i drink and i drink, drink you in, and yet at the end it is not enough and i want some more. i'm not bloated, not even moistened, still dry for the taste of you.

i was at a party thrown with the rugby boys once. we ran around and did some passing, some kicking, some feinting. when night came we had a barbeque. for drinks they mixed rose cordial and condensed milk and ice for bandung. i was thirsty and hot from the afternoon, so i drank it. it was sweet and cool and watery, but the moment i finished the cup i felt thirsty again. so i drank some more. i drank and i drank and i drank, but each time after finishing it was as if i hadn't had anything to drink i was still thirsty. it continued the whole night.

i have that feeling again. is it too much to ask, to have another glass and another and yet another? as soon as you leave i want you back. as soon as i walk away from you i want to turn around again. as soon as i wake i want to see you again. i only saw you a moment ago, but i want to see you again.

it's not enough, i want you here, now with me. i want you dreaming on my shoulder, i want you drooling open-mouthed in the tired afternoon, i want you thoughtful on the sofa reading while feet are touching, i want you excited clicking links you gotta see this or plucking odd chords on the guitar. i want you, lost with me, wrapped in a cloud of pillows and sheets hands and limbs, skin to skin, our bodies so tangled we don't know where yours ends or mine begins.