And What Do You Desire?

Desire!

The word makes me sweat.

So I sit and think.

What do I desire?

Perhaps to be able to go through a day

Without being stimulated by random words.

Unwicked Witch; Unworn clothes;

Space Bar; Sea Space; Linda living the Wrong Life.

Maybe just one day

When a haphazard combination of random words

Doesn’t make my mind whir and gears click.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps a day when the turn of an ankle

Or the drop of her hair onto her shoulder

Or the simple nape of a natural neck

Doesn’t send my mind into overdrive

And mangle my imagination

With hot sensation.

Or maybe not.

Perhaps I desire a day

Without devices

Tying me down

Checking for messages

And notification

Just letting me live without sensation.

I desire your words.

I desire your smile

Your kiss

Your touch

Your golden mile

Of sparkling stars

Of Milky Ways

And Milky Bars.

I desire peace, an end to war

To see your fangs and hold your jaw

To rest in peace

To drink and dance

To wish I hadn’t missed my chance.

Now see, now see

What you have done

With just a question

I could go on

For I desire

What I desire

To lift me up and take me higher.

And that is

Everything.

From you.