There is this longing in your eyes
you trip and fall
a wish unfulfilled
a desire that wants to scream out
fascination that is running wild
like a strawberry on whipped cream
a closed book that is waiting to be opened
desire denied mutes the mind
while he splutters at the surface
remembering the easing surrender
of inebriating arousal
a palliative for constant desire
to be enmeshed universally
