Desire Desire

Desire desire.
Feeling on fire.
I need need love.

The ashes of passion
are blazing and brazen,
and flesh, and the moment,
and liquified fire,
are eating inside me.
Desire desire.

The darkness and smoothness.
The deep water saltness.
The legs and the chestnut
hair curls and the scent.
My synapses scream out.
Intense and intent.
A man made of wire.
Desire desire.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.