Desire

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

If I drink and lick

that sweet wine

that elixir

dripping from your fingers

it will resurrect

all my

ashen dreams

lying lifeless

in my graveyard of thoughts

it will resurrect me and

bring me down

will take out the nails and

un-crucify me and

take off the burden of my

broken heart

if you let me spew my

venomous pain

and

draw a circle of healing and

compassion around us

 

I’ll drink up all that elixir

and stay timeless in your thought

sunken in the time

leaving an indelible imprint

staying

immortals forever

 

If you let me bathe in the

moonlight of your presence

and reskinned

me again to born

as a nubile

breathing openly

in this new skin

drinking lavishly from the

cauldron of my thought

speaking in the unborn tongues

and dancing shamelessly

with my naked thoughts

 

I’ll soak up that moonlight

and stay timeless in your thought

sunken in the time

leaving an indelible imprint

staying

immortals forever.

 

Photo by Shianne Morales on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Captivating