The Call of Desire

Desire beckons to make one whole
Drawing one in, body and soul
The words we speak, the things we say,
Show all our wants in every way.

The books we read, the poems we choose,
Show all the things we fear to lose,
Of all the things we dare not tell,
Poetry describes them very well.

Tucked deep in caverns of the heart,
Lies a silent hidden part,
So much like Hamlet's hidden grief,
Yet transparant as the sunlit leaf.

We connect with things we think and feel
Words we wish were true or real,
They pierce the soul and grip the heart,
Stinging as a poison dart.

They weave, they wrap, they come right through
The thinning veil that they call you
And so we peruse through aging books
As pages give us knowing looks.

[6.11.03]


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