Lust Song

Would it be enough then
To talk to you of your luminous skin
And so to unleash that beast within
To the possibility of some better end

Hopes, like butterflies, arise
Fluttering their way into life
With every movement of your lips
Moistened, parting with every sip
My eyes, like desert crabs, then crawl
(Across softnesses that, incessantly, call)
Thirsting for a touch of mirth
Within your eyes, or better still
A lust to equal the rising tides
Of wantonness beneath my eyes

They roam the softness of your neck
Yearning, like a bird of prey
To swoop, and peck, and rip away
To quench each rising wave of need
Within some thoughtless word or deed

But, caught up in politeness's creed,
We share pleasantries and mundane things
In words, under layers of etiquette and tact
The odds against desire lie stacked
As my fingers flex against my thighs
Railing against the masks and the lies
My mind roams with a tongue of it's own
Down the hollow of your back
Into every little crevice and crack
Under the fabric it wanders alone
Questing for answers like a thief in the night

Like a man struck suddenly blind
Hankering for the touch of light
These metaphors stretch and blow my mind

Under such rites and rituals bound
We do not traverse unfamiliar ground
While our hearts make mad fantasies
Our minds find ways to mask our needs
Squelching the yearning and the sighs
With words that are considered wise
We engage, spar, spin desires base
And then we go our separate ways.