Desire

Desire


Bright eyes sweet lips with fevers fill
The young blood running wildly as it must;
But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust
Electric fingers send a sudden thrill
Through sense UN subservient to the will
The flames die down, and leave a dim disgust;
Un fragrant kisses turn to drought and dust;
I kiss I feast yet I am hungry still.

My woman, woman passionate but strong!
True to thy love as needle to the pole
True to the truth, and not alone to me
My mate and friend elusive in the thong
With thy clear browns thy straight and upright soul
Nameless – unknown- my hunger is for thee

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