desire

maybe an hour goes
by
when you don't think about it.
maybe longer.
even when
sick
it crosses your mind.
a broken
heart, a sprained
ankle,
a headache
matters not.
it's what
men do.
all men. don't fool
yourself.
it's not a sickness,
but there is no cure,
a temporary fix, yes,
but nothing permanent
so far,
excluding death.
even in sleep
it won't rest.