This is what lust feels like
My eyes are a pile of sand shifting
My head is a wobbling bowling ball
My hand aches from the crescent it makes
My lips feel emptier because they part out of pure exhaustion
My posture... well...
But I stay here, hunched, crunched
into a cocoon of words because
I will not dream if I cannot conceive
the right way to say
You are an exploding universe
Million and trillions of miles away
that has died so out of my own continuum
that I cannot fathom its beauty in real time
So instead I perch myself on a rock
by a tree of green leaves
and feel grateful to even glimpse
a masterpiece of destruction and chaos so
melodically ancient and sweet to my
tongue and dazzling to my eyes that only
my own cosmic combustion could satisfy my
desires to capture your colors in my heart
and exude the light you shine into the
deepest depths of my kindred
soul.
(2014)
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