A Quenching Consumption
Craving for its taste,
As I visualize the silhouette
It would draw, if it only
Were there,
Its aroma, its beauty, and the captivation,
A-h-h! How sweet!
As I imagined it slithering on my lips,
Gliding, sliding, as it slinks
Around my arms, my legs, my hip…
Submerging me with desire, with lust…
As it burns like fire, it’s
Something I admire…
Damn my desire!
Oozing in my mind,
As it slowly seeps onto
My skin; a heaven-like fantasy,
As it soothes my flesh…
Filling my head, my emotions, and
My skin, my touch…
It is a mirage
....
Only a delusion, it’s not real
… As I revived myself from it,
Not wanting a shock from reality,
Not wanting its nonexistent allure…
“World peace…”
That is it…Quenching thirsts,
Planting sterile fields…
Beauty is what it yields…
A world of smiles…
I long for it,
In fact, planet earth longs for it…
For its taste, for the complexity
That emerges out of its simplicity…
Does it exist?
Well…no it doesn’t,
For ignorance devours…
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2007
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