Linguistics

Standard

The meaning of desire I never knew

Until you

With gentle hands

You wrote the abstract

On my body

Along with its synonyms

You are  my propensity

To yearn with such intensity

Is frightening

Ravenous wanting

Culminating into restless energy

Sad to say you are the muse for my poetry

To have yet not have

Love’s cruel joke

Nothing to do

But  wish and hold desire in my hands

© 2011 by Toya J

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