“LUST!” a poem August 21, 2018 (2-Z DAY) a.k.a.: “Beware! Lover Inside!” a.k.a.: “God’s Divine For Divine Union!”
As much as you want much of me,
I want YOU too – YOUR STRANDS, you see:
YOUR D.N.A. – I MUST absorb,
I CAN NOT LOSE THIS FINE ACCORD:
Your blood, saliva, hair & flesh,
As soon as always, MUST-enmesh!
This yearning sens – u – a – li – ty,
I-know will be the death of me.
This-sense-of-”draw,” well, I-have-never,
Felt like this – for Cupid’s quiver,
Must-now be empty – for I’ve-been-shot,
I’m full of darts; my soul’s been bought,
And-I’m-filled-with-this non-quenched DESIRE;
I’m-thrown-upon your funeral pyre.
Such Di- VINE -Discomfort:
Has-taken-over; must I fear?
Hours-pass; bloody-flesh to fray.
Your D.N.A. I MUST absorb;
I can not lose this fine accord.