Longing Human

Your lust is golden
Unflinchingly holding
These oily hands in to
The world of ditch

Grazing and emotional
Phasing - Your eyes are
Mooring on the edge of
These horizons I see

Yet you are lion with a mane
Ferociously intertwining, I
Tried to cut through again
To no avail, I am human.


I have built imagined
Walls along your facade;
Grey corners do not tempt
You far. Not as far

As abnormally eroticised
Women who lick your stalking
Wounds and heel to your
Every outward move

Despite the truth that your
Eyes remain merciless;
Remain icy cold and
Beautifully unaware.


I sit in the same room
As you. Peppered with
Salivating mess -
You remain over there

The cavalier, the enchanting,
The drug of choice for dependent
Women. Uncurling your debonair stare
In the stark light of day

Or the navy of the night air
I can see the white limbs dashing
Flair but not a tear in your eye
To reflect my aching glare;

To divulge this uncomforted
Mare; Combine these divested
Parts of a Body hurling
With a shake of a solemn man's tear.