His Desire

Is it not strange how men revert to boys,
Who sulk when they are challenged by their toys?
They cannot show they're listening: they don't hear
That there are limits (that were made quite clear);

Perhaps there's no surprise at all the scorn
Resistance must elicit: dare to subborn
HIS desire by a few words, you let drift
Into HIS storm, while HIS desire uplifts!

Find it is solely HIM who is revived
Despite HIS ideas HE alone devised
To press you eagerly - pushed to the edge
Of all your boundaries - this is the ledge
From which you have to leap and quickly kill
HIS little inner boy who'll never thrill.