The Desperate Man

The Desperate Man I burn in every title of want Every collected obsession That ever twinkled in an eye Leaves its lush desire In ardour on my hands While the taste of her Phantoms in the buds With alphabetical sexual tongues She rolls through me A mounting storm of nuances Which have me captivated With satin spun threads On every strand of love Passing through all the hours From dawn to dusk Impatience is held in check By will alone Avalanches of her beauty Bury me Fighting for the air she breathes The beating oscillations Flounder, risen In desperateness My every sense craving The press of holding her to me In giant edged purple, pink, red She floats On a roses petal And by all the strength And what metal I have To cradle her in my mi amour “It’s ok baby” I tell her “Honey, it’s ok” I am pulled and drawn from emptiness Life it seems so utterly pointless When all my being must stand Beside her Or die from the lack Starving in this malnutrition of completion I fail to save her I crumple weakened by my promises To forever dance in exultation And take solace In her words alone “I am sorry my love I just can’t do that I need you more Than I could have ever known” I can no longer hold my own In verses prose or Patience This ever-igniting bonfire Burgeons anew on each and every day Stronger more virile With such a sweet violence Batters me to this submission And only by blood and muscle Do I stand Pierced and encompassed By this souls worship “Baby; I don’t know how much longer I can withstand The perfect need of the love Laying constant in my empty arms”