DESIRE

This creeping 'vine leads nowhere
This king, kiss deep.
Walking from his chamber.
Walking asleep.

He dreams of warming fires,
Desires for a candle,
But nests on steamy pyres
Too hell to handle.

Bacon by his baking meat:
A barbecue of self.
He tears himself to eat;
Dumb to health.

Gnawing to the nagging bone.
Limb and all, forgotten.
Liminal, now here, alone,
All smells rotten.