Voids

Oh! She drinks Saturday nights,
Sips from a glass, licks from a tap,
Fills herself from every crack,
Soaks in from every inch of her milky white legs,
Till every pore cries for more,
And every thirst bursts open, into the sea of liberation,
And on Sundays she cries, day and night.

Tuhin Gupta
There was a girl I met once, Wild on Saturdays and bitterly sad on Sundays.. :)

Ben Gieske
Very compelling and meaningful. An excellent poem.