Borders Of Desire Poem by Kevin Patrick

Do these feeling offend you? ...
Appetites called unnatural
From etiquette so intrinsic
That it seems so.....
Habitual

Will you look me with Vexation? ... Scoff at my heart for what's called true
Inside the chambers love sings
Beating fury now colored...
Blue

Cloak these desires behind a cage
The thirst is quenched but not a phase
Condemn me to a flawed vaccine
It's a pyrrhic victory

Immolate my sepia screen
Inside your monochrome regime
Deny these channels boundless flow
The litmus test of obstacles


Clean in body but never in mind
I'll erase the later when you are mine
The souls malnourished to Evangelist
Now we dine in covetousness

How can I control something which grows inside my heart?
Would you take these darling petals and gladly tear them apart
Fold and twist every flame because my passions obscene
Deny the heavens their truth, or the king his cherished sweet
Is man not the noble beast for choosing his exalted prize?
To bare the mare or a stallion for whoever amours his guise
Fitting him with compunction on the long and winding path
Persisting through the elements that the darkest seasons casts
Down hurricanes and whirlwinds in the tumultuous shape of life
True courtship that's kindred does not require the name of a wife
Now I know there are those who will amputate my feelings
Because of my nature which violates their principles
Restricting the accustomed tailor to mediocre verities
When my tastes are fully various in Democratic..... delicacies

So without bidding short adieu
I like to leave you that room
Restricted to a scripted page
In which your heart can never bloom


I most abhor the ignorant
In masculine and feminine
Tied inside of static label
Clichés of rueful conditioning

Sometimes I like the taste of meat
Tendered muscled thick and surloined
…
And others I satiate for fruit
Scrumptiously sweet with folded moist

Hence my fingers brush the navel of who I find admirable
In spirit, mind and body, surfeit of what's accountable
Behind the nomenclatures of provincial Puritanism
Evolves a polarity, enamored multi dimensionalism
The ruse of rules are stale, for whenever I should care
To find companionship, in whatever direction I dare
For Foxes scantily clad, or wolves that bark with grace
I'm an occupant of nature and a player to equal gains
Since love's a devils potion the catchment of poor instinct
Tis better to expand the diverse course of linguistics
Speak a thousand tongues instead of sitting with one partner
Tongue tied to limitations that don't raise the equal charter
For I am not slaves to dictums imposed by mindless customs
But a servant to the reasons from my natural seductions

Now desperately attempt
To maintain the flawed facade
Building high walls to inhibit
The self-expression of my clause

Shame me with your baneful tariffs
At the Borders of desire,
It will never cease to denture
As I climb the turrets higher

Inflict, impose your strong men force
If you think it will stop my will
But Nonetheless I'll fly the ends
And escape the bounds of your walls

It fits for nature's character
Love evolves beyond boundaries
Anachronistic to the culture
Trapped by undiscovered countries


For me there is no border...
to which I desire