A Wish to Speak
If utterance might suggest
a dazzle is an afternoon reward
In a glance she might stir a fire
release the winds ignite the flame.
A fever pitch in heat and scorch
calls me, wants me to act
upon her sensuality, a panic
when eyes meet knowing the peril
of occupied lives forbidden a crossing.
Yet the stirrings, the real response
to passion, the overwhelming reality
calls out madly, almost a shriek
of internal warring,
how long must this need rise
until the sudden peace,
a climactic understanding.
I want only to purse beauty,
yet I cannot, just out of reach,
beyond my center,
I am a witness,
I am that observer whose torment
In my eyes, the delicious nature of her
will break my fall
while a shadow of surreal lie
covets infernal desire.