TheFeatheredSleep – Desire commands
Yearning
You should have your own language
And if you did
At times it would hurt
Like a thousand pins
While the beauty, when it came
Carved your heart into shards of bliss
Just being near you is a feat, the inexorable desire to touch, a reaching in all but reality
You leave me starving for what I have never known
A strange cruelty in desire, sunk deep as well whetted knife
Shall not appear to cut.
Yearning
If you were a woman you’d wear
Form fitting clothes highlighting your impenetrability
You’d be honey too high to reach
And your sting would swell, relentlessly
I think of biting your lips and how
Your blood would taste
Would that I could stop wanting, turn from you, bottle my passion and fling it to sea
Would that I could switch off that burning torch or douse it
Truth is, if you lay…
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