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”
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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