8 August 2012
Can't you feel it drumming With the laughing of the gulls
Itching - Twitching Clawing to get out Tearing up Inside of me Trying to escape Ripped wings Just to flee
Drinking Gulping down My blood Filling me with lust A torturous flood Torrential monsoon A drenching - quenching Grip of desire
Occluded moon Sugar and Silver spoons Violet silk to pluck Unravelled lace Pull me into This gripping place
A furnace of Uncontrollable Stubbornness, -the sternness Of longing Flushing red Screaming Waking the dead
Darkness Vanquished Fly through stars Finally, A touch... No longer so far.
Desire • Opuss № I