Desire

Posted on August 11, 2019 | 4 Comments

Foraging for the purpose, the point

of our desire. Quenched so quickly,

Yes, the yearning holds more fire.

Such heat! Doesn’t it defeat the purpose,

The target, the goal of consummation? Sweet soul eaten like dessert, no hesitation.

A dire, empty bowl scraped – now inert. Serene is the tongue holding that lingering flavour.

Is it the yearning or consumed desire we savour?

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4 responses to “Desire”

  1. K Morris Poet | August 11, 2019 at 7:04 am | Reply

    The word “foraging” suggests animals/animal desire and works extremely well, for we humans have in us an animal side in spite of our capacity for intellectual pursuits. I like the last line, “Is it the yearning or consumed desire we savour?” You end on a great question. Best – Kevin

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  2. Lance Greenfield | September 19, 2019 at 7:26 pm | Reply

    What a beautiful poem. It flows like a deep, slow-moving river.

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