Desire

I still (think)
I want it all;

I want her eyes
To pierce me
Right into the soul;
That deep mystery;

I want her lips
To imitate her fingers:
Ambling as they please,
Over every green
Inch of me;

I want her breath
To come in fits,
Sudden at my ear.

I’ll take profane gasps,
Stark and wild;
I’ll tend to such lusts
Softly, and mild.

I want her eyes
To bore through my breaking frame;
Ever since they first set on me
I’ve never been the same.

I’ll take ink and pain;
I’m no fan of wealth or shame;
We were never meant to
All be the same;
But maybe,
Just maybe,
I’ll find her
Out in the rain.

Let hers be eyes
Honest and bright,
And I’ll try
With all my might,
To never
Lose her sight.