This elusive peace
evades my grasp full of lust,
full of want and fear.

Dappled clouds
linger in perpetual

I want them.

Devious eyes slither
from the curve of a thigh
to the soft fur of silken hair

I want her.

This restless heart,
blood bursting with ideas,
fueling falseness of worth,
tricks me

I care not.

Life, this promise
of tomorrow, reckons
that day leads on to day, yet

I look back.

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