The Artifice of Desire.
In those unconscious moments
When midnight sweeps in on you
Surrounded by a sweet contempt
Offering the taste of cool dark water
With essences of serene moonlight
Desires fruit peaked and ripened
Hangs just over you waiting
You reach out only to realize
Within those few feet to desire
Eternity lies in wait for its prey
Leaving only a silvery and pallid
Reflection that undulates and drips
From the touch of your fingers
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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