Desire
Take a step back.
Whispers. The secrets of my soul.
Can you hear them? Do you
care?
I force myself to look
over the edge.
A horrific sight. Tangle of
thorns.
My deepest desires are so
shameful.
My longing…my wants.
They drip red. The feel,
the desire, the…
unbearable.
Calling, whispering always
my name.
Such longing…
The feel of his
hand.
In mine.
The feel of his
Lips.
On mine…
Ah to play that sweet music,
from his heart.
To mine.
Stop this, no more.
He is gone.
I must not long…
I cannot desire…
The whispers, the secrets,
they call me.
My desires. Dripping
red.