Steve Harris Poet Free verse

The Touch

Awakened each morning with moist desire,
Need grows as days pass

Saddened that my present does not satisfy,
Self-loathing wrenches the heart

Forms desired appear at each glance, passing then replaced 
Each bring the promise of release

I cannot, yet I must

Vivid fantasy sends heart racing,
Moisture flows with yearning denied

Desire fills waking moments, 
Explored in slumber's dream

Chance meeting brings new hope,
Drifting ever closer to the inevitable 

I cannot, yet I must

Then the touch,
Flesh shudders,
The ache is unbearable

Lunging toward fulfillment, 
Grasping at the moment, then retreating,
Unable to violate my vow

Break trust to have that which I desire?

Cling to one while longing for another?

I cannot, yet I must

Need consumes,
The promise waits no longer

Regret is for another day

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Richard Lamoureux July 23, 2014 at 9:21 AM The desire is palpable in this piece. Many have succumbed to their want and indeed regret awaits beyond the momentary bliss. Still want is indeed a powerful force. You have expressed this piece eloquently.

Arlene Smith July 17, 2014 at 2:08 PM The old song, Torn Between Two Lovers, comes to mind... Love the way your free verses flow.. I have not mastered that yet... I seem to do better with rhyme.. Well penned my friend.. Hugs.. Arlene Steve Harris July 17, 2014 at 3:21 PM Thank you so much! I write technical manuals for a living, so concise descriptive verse is more natural for me. Thank you again for the kind words. They are very encouraging.

Casarah Nance July 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM Oh the conflict! I've learned ah to heck with it, no regrets. :)

James Hyler July 11, 2014 at 2:09 PM Thank you for sharing :)