Divine Desire



You move with the soft grace

That can only be mistaken

For the fluid motions

Of a goddess.



But as gods have touched

Mortals, and been depicted in

the arts, so too must you.



So touch me, and let me

Paint a masterpiece.



A humble servant would sacrifice

But half of that which I would for you.



And yet I still stand below,

A spectator from afar admiring

The divinity of the plot, your life

To which others are blind and

deaf and mute.



I too can hear no evil


speak no evil


see no evil



But I can speak of euphoric desire

And I can hear cries of joy

And I can see, you,

What drives me and these emotions of

Mine to the extremes of their bounds.



In your existence, I Exist.

In your love, Love I feel.

In your passion, Passion I return.



We will be one. You, a goddess.

And me, a mortal man