Desire – Poetry Please #55

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I wear my desire
Like a tattoo on my wrist
Like a washcloth hanging over the kitchen sink tap
Like pea vine tendrils cutting through snow.

I wear my desire in the palm of my hand
Held out to you for a locking of fingers
Which does not happen
Desire slips away

There is a rent in the curtain
That looks like a mouth
Smiling with a secret joke
Wide like a whale's maw
Whispering "I love you"

I look behind the drapery
To see who is standing there.

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"Always try to add a little fizz and ginger to everything you write." --Matthew Stibbe

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