evades my grasp full of lust,
full of want and fear.
Dappled clouds
linger in perpetual
chaste
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.