Budding Desires
Desires unleashed,
Desires unchained,
They’re not his doing,
They're not his making.
Out of the closet, they emerge,
Like a deluge, they overwhelm,
They cloud the thoughts,
They stealthy permeate.
Dilemma spells the day,
Who pulls the string?
Who is at the helm of affairs?
Who stands at the gate?
There’s a tempest and a tussle,
There’s turbulence and pushback,
There’s midnight and a peering light,
There’s an inrush and a bulwark.
October 6, 2022.
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