POETRY: Lust by Reggie Drake

It was that supreme being.

That spoke to me through crescent light.

Distinguished in her mannerisms,

And humble in her walk.

She glowed.

Glowed with the radiance and beauty of a wild flower,

Waiting to be plucked by cultivated hands.

I appeared infinitesimal in correlation with the majesty of her aura.

The warm serenity of her smile.

The soft tenderness of her touch...

And I pined for her.

My desire wrestled with the moon for its resplendent gleam,

So I could lay the boundless, preeminent ray upon her fair countenance.

My yearning,

Eager to glow the mystical luminescence of love in its purest form through transcendent moonlight.

I want to be, my love,

Your sweet Elixir.

The cure for all your aches and pains.

Covet me,

As I covet you,

Hold me close as I have dreamt in many dreams

Or release me from this clockwise slumber.

So I feel not the throbbing pain buried beneath my chest.

Extinguish the fire burning within my soul,

And quench my insatiable desire;

For you.

I lust.

With the ceaseless vigor of an inherent sinner,

Having tasted the waters of vice and choosing,

To remain in a perpetual state of corruption.

I lust.

With the vitality of an old patriarch probing through vast regions in search of the fountain of youth.

Vainly seeking that which cannot be found;

Just as I have vainly sought your Heart.

Your Mind.

Your Soul.

Peel apart the layers of my flesh and gaze upon the remnants of a lost soul.

For without love I am simply a broken shell,

Strewn about your vast shore.

Never again able to savor the aphrodisiac,

Of my Divine Dream.

Inspired by Pablo Neruda