Desiring

Written by: Doris Culverhouse

Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my 
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.

Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on 
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.

Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.

The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble 
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.

Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no 
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.