Desire

Desire

Sweet desire, born of flesh and whim -
Despairing slave of prudish who’s and when’s -
Against all proper custom and tradition,
I write to you, my love, a whisper of sedition:
Shake loose, with me, the shackles of this ancient world’s opinion:
Find strength of soul and flex o’er the ancients your newly found dominion;
Kiss kisses freed upon my rebel lips -
And I, at first, shall rest my hungry hands so anxiously upon your hips;

But when that moan again I hear, and breathe from deep again I taste
All passions stifled shall suddenly make haste,
And wander in a chivalrous exploration of yearning -
For that which leaves your nerves afire and burning -
For that which exhausts, and leaves glowing and alive
Your soul, with the taste, I hope, that you for me derive.