James Infinitelinz Drummond
Poetry, I Lust For You - Poem by James Infinitelinz Drummond
I lust for you in ways that makes me try to erase my thoughts.
But the image you paint with your words,
The way you capture my soul with your verbs.
I realize this is a battle I should never have fought.
To say I don't need you would only fall on deaf ears.
For the world knows I live solely because of you.
As I inhale the energy surrounding me,
I can feel you flow through me.
Until I speak your words;
You become me.
I become you.
As I lust for you.
Internally I search for you.
I need you.
I want you.
I close my eyes in hopes that I can run from you.
But all the while I'm running towards you.
Who am I kidding?
You complete me in ways that my skeletal system could never do.
When I speak the words you invoke;
I can taste you.
Even right now I'm trying to contain the salivation from the thought of you.
Mmm, your oxymoron's give me a painful joy;
But it's never enough.
At night I can't sleep because;
Its poetry I lust.
You invade my subconscious creating answers to questions I never asked.
Thriving off a spirit I use to be from my past.
At last we meet again.
My body trembles because you strike my nerves so intensely.
If ever your existence ceased.
Along with you.
I can't do without you.
You're so beautiful.
The way you capture the thoughts of another;
And transform that image into a vision for all to witness, is pure genius.
The knowledge you lend through an ink filled pen is far from selfish.
I thank you for all you have taught me.
For the way you make me think.
For feeding my curiosity.
FOR ALLOWING ME TO BE HEARD!
CANT YOU SEE!
I CANT POSSIBLY LUST FOR YOU!
Because I love you...
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