What Is My Desire? Poem by Lazarus Knix

What is
My desire?

My desire
Is no inferno-
(Like the common
Cliché goes)
For Fires dies
Without oxygen
Yet Desire thrives-
On itself.

My desires are
Like drops
Of water
Fallen on
A windshield-
Instant to instant
They converge,
Scurry downward
And gather at
The bottom
Of my heart.

Wipe them
Away with
Something
Ephemeral-
(If you want)
Yet the storm
Of loneliness
Shall bring more-
For,
Distraction is
A temporary
Drug.

My desire
Is a great
Lack of
Lacking-
I lack
What I
Must not
Have
To have you-
And this is
A desire to
Not have you.
-For a want
Is rarely granted.