Poems about desire

Are you the Lover, the one who will give me a kiss goodnight
The One who lays beside me through a restless night
The One who answers all my questions?

Did you see me fall to my knees, in the gutter?

Where were you when I asked you
'Why is the sky blue? What happens when
We die? '
'What happens when they die? '

Did you answer... ?

I didn't hear your claim to glory
I was lost in all the gore,
And drowned in the story...

I love the way you lied to me
I can't get enough of your bullshit
But that's not it.

I just have to ask
One more thing

Why did you bring unending suffering, to me?
How come I can't see beyond the veil of grief
And why are we just a part of a whole, and
For the record, why did you never give me
The answer?

Your beauty is beyond compare.
You have eyes that shine,
And beautiful, soft hair.
If only you were mine.

I am not a strong man
Nor am I brave,
But for you I would stand;
It'd be you that I save.

Instead you have left me
And I love you today.
With your light that we see
Why was sanity the price to pay?

Yiska discovers each day
New aspects of her body:
Electric along her nerves,

Tingling along the wires
Starting up inner fires,
Especially when he's there:

Benedict talking to her
In the corridor at school,
And she alive with buzzing,

The excitement of being
Rushing down her female nerves,
All else put arm's length away

From this bubbling of love
Down the wires of her nerves
And fireworks in her brain,

And all she can do is stare
Juggling with her desire.

Seeking them out so adamantly
Driven by the midnights heat
Each foolish time she dares to believe
That they'll wait on her hands
And bow to her feet
She'll give them a little
They'll give her a lot
She'll take up occupation
In their hearts and thoughts
She'll talk to them in a way
They haven't talked in a while
She'll tell them some things
That make them smile
And show their dirty teeth
As they rush to reply
Chasing dirty images
In their disgusting minds
It's not the money
It's not the bags
It's the fact that she pleases them
Like no one else can
All of them
Like the rings on her hands
Like the manicured tips
Like the golden china fans
One by one
They drop like flies
As she becomes bored
How annoyingly dry
Their humor is awful
Misogynst and objective
And so she moves on
Identity protected
A silent killer
A thief in the night
She's not his lover
She's not his wife

She desired to rise high
And drop like a kite

You're my morning thoughts
And my nightly dreams
My daylight distraction
Intruder of my mind, so it seems

I think of you when drinking my morning coffee
And whilst i lay tossing and turning in bed
I think of you when i should concentrate in class
Because you're all that goes through my head.

Your presence fills my heart
And your kisses soothe my soul
Your lips leave me breathless,
As they consume me whole.

And then i realise,
Though i may love you, truly and deeply,
I should not be writing this,
In my class that is philosophy.

Desire
Creates an inner
Fire
Creating hopes that you
*inspire
Dreams that sadly will not
Transpire
Forlorn emotions shall now
Expire
Harbinger of inner
Ire. *

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016

There's nothing
I'd rather do
Than just be
**With You