Desire

Morning musts fall in place
As night propels to dawn.
The mundane yawning ahead
Is shattered by siren’s song.

Fabric covered form
Is framed and filtered.
It outlines and summons
To come and forget all else.

Gentle pull to slide the sheet
Crease revealed encourages me.
Rhythmic releases beckon
Until with dimpled grace I freeze.

Driven by what you unbeknownst began
My hands no more my own take hold.
Awaken in you what set me free
And give in to it. To you. To me.

23 comments

    1. What fascinating feedback. I cannot say it was intentional. One of the things I have come to love about writing is the way others can personalize it. I am going to have to go back and relive it to see if I can feel what you did. Thank you for following my poetic attempts as well as my musings.

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      1. I neither read nor write music, but I do have a very finely-tuned musical ear and have written the music to lyrics I’ve composed a few times over the years. I can easily do so with your verse, but I’m not sure how I’d be able to express something that I’m just humming in my head.

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