Desires are delicious desserts brought for a feast
after morning dew mushrooms have melded with an oyster soup
after the fresh fish course rushes in on a Spring tide
and the hung flesh in its first decay yields to mandible
crisp skinned and lightly bleeding besides a few choice greens
there also amongst the grapes that erupt in ambrosial bursts
cheeses sweating a malodourous air from blues and creams
synchronous with sweet wines and their noble rot
Passions prick the appetites
that feed the hungers
that repeat and repeat
from stomach and groin
all through the senses
glut of the oasis
when the desert blooms
How desperately we pull and push in pursuit
yet how churlish to denigrate these volcanic volitions
that marvellous merry-go-round of falling in love with love
and playing the fool, as the lyricist croons
times are when the fire of desire peters out
we are ash-covered fools - but it can cool too, lava-like
the kind of devotional kindling that outlasts lifetimes
All the poets' pens have punctuated paper
with their immense and eager elegies to Eros
driven to vocalise by that deep-down unreachable itch
we all feel it, almost touch the spot in ecstasy
seeded from the knowledge tree, seeking it out for always
the imago of our creator
Joining with Anmol’s Poetics & the dVerse prompt: Desire & Sexuality in Poetry
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