Tuesday, January 20, 2015

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.

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