A Conversation With Desire - Poem by CIRCE TABASAS

desire, i know you
when i look at you and you look at me
we know what we really mean
even without the use of a word

desire, we can fit together,
for my name is a longing unsatisfied
we may
but for the time being i cannot
for my hands are chained
to morality and civility and courtesy
of my past
and for the pleasure of my future

desire, go, pass me by
i am not yet prepared to die.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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