Deuteronomy 3: In Writing

Look out 
on unfurled longing

rising from the east, 

outstretched to the south,

winding to the setting sun

a lodestar of desire.

I am surrounded

by caverns of craving

wellings of want.

To see, and not to have
not to have and not to hold
not to hold and not to touch
not to touch and not to taste

Gritty and parched,

my mouth is a desert

never to be quenched.

my flesh,

is wavering, evaporating

as even your face melts away.

My call is lost in the heights

an eagle circling in lonely flight.