desolate

 
desolate touch free me
insolent heart behave
lust not what you can not have
needful day give up on him

my soul rises within me saying...never
I will not relent
my eyes shine with tears that mirror his own
I feel it in my marrow

hurt has had its way
seeker of truth, diviner of hope
I am in love I did not choose it
no, the soul felt drawn and I follow

desirous of affection
is not the cold of steel fascination enough?
masculinity that won't bend your craving
but that I was willing to submit
I would die happy in your company

damnation, it is a sin to covet
that which is not yours to keep