patience

arousal has little
for its purpose induces want for closure
crumbs before a starving man
growing into mirages of luscious comfort
but when hallucinations begin
need takes on its truest nature
embracing torment
that feed the flower of want
morphing into wild weeds
that sprout through every orifice
and reach for what the body so desperately craves
attention
from the light that quenches its thirst
even if only temporarily
when, and if, it honors its subject