The Simple Bare Necessities

Deep compressing suffocation,
The shoulds, the shouldn'ts,
The woulds, the wouldn'ts,
The needs.

Necessary like the ceiling of your skull,
Encasing your universe,
Swishing back and fourth.
Each fall an earthquake.
Each spin a typhoon.
Each trip of toxic dust,
A torrent of reality defying both space and time.

The shoulds and shouldn'ts linger,
As a lover's breath warms flesh,
There for a second, then gone for the rest.
But then the needs,
A recurring itch,
The mechanical contraction of orgasm,
Tumultuous, desperation.

When it comes, it comes.
When it goes, it's gone
Never satisfied, move on,
And chase the wind,
No one wins, no ones wrong.