what is grief?

the anger that boils your blood.
the chill of your bones.
the string of temptation
in your tumultuous core.
the bitterness in your belly.
the salt of tears down
your flushed cheeks.
loneliness, pilled across
the surface of your skin.
disappointment lingering in
the condensate of your breath.

do you dream of it?

perhaps, you awaken with
an ache between your thighs,
yearning ripping its way down
the length of your sternum, and
burying itself within your lungs.

what is grief to you?

i only ask,
because to me,
it is the fruition of a dream, and
nothing kills a dream quicker
than its own fulfillment.