It’s a different sort of love poem that I hope keeps you engaged and moving from line to line amused and excited by the unexpected. This is Desire.
Desire
My one desire is to know you as I am known,
to know the number of hairs on your head,
to know the intricate pattern revealed
in the whorls on the ends of your fingers,
to see the flaming sun reflected
in the iris of your eyes, to know
the rhythm of your breathing in darkness,
to grasp the length and depth, the measure
of the scars in the palms of your hands,
to feel the heat of your fire,
to know how hot, how close,
and how consuming you are.
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Previously published (in a slightly different form) in “The Holy City Chronicle” June 2002