John I Nash


Wanting - Poem by John I Nash

This path has no mercy, it cares not and has much mischiefs that keep us apart. It's duration causes want in my soul if all was to be told.

The dust choking my throat in desire, that no water can clear, do you hear this rasp this gasp of want, fulfillment is so near yet comes no closer.

Bends down and around are so profound that they impede ones senses to the point of human sacrifice on the curves and test ones nerves, this I know its purpose to separate us.

Mountains stand as sentinels to block our way another day and do not give way.


Never faltering, having passed this way before and faced these tribulations all.


To take wing like a bird, soring above like a dove I would come to you, and I would rest my head upon your breast and you slide under my chest, to become one this would be our quest.

Walk the fields together in grateful understanding, intimately familiar with one another, no strangers here just two as one.

All dreams are not meant to be, as all roads cannot be driven, some things are best left to the imagination should their reality hurt you.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life, lust


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016


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