Desire

Apr 10, 2007 22:13

So you've got me
writing like myself again

this is your hunger, your
silence, yet

my heart beats faster
for every moment
without you, I breathe

hastily the hollows of air
like a runner
undoing his own muscles

unfastening, and you,
love, why
have you taken all of the patience

you taught me
and if you cannot touch it,
it cannot be real

So why did you plant this desire
within me, why
do you watch it grow?
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