Hiding
lustful thoughts surround your presence
unfettered resistance broken down
an angel delights in her beauty, me too
longing for the passion-driven compliment
tears disguised as hysterical grins
bursting energy ready to explode on impact
craving it, wanting it, hiding it, somewhere
exposing nothing in your mind, yet a stage
shadows of lost love destroy you, damn you
creative intelligence your magic, a stopper
your wanting and wishing blow through your top
objectified in the mind of the diamond shaft
whaling tears wavy like the river
dried by quick-fix heat, so disturbing
true soft parts will flow like mist
quenching your desires only to find…
feelings
–Jason L. Scarabin (inspired by M.G.)