My desire
By Karl Dean Soukup

my desire
for those tears of wine
dripping from my dropping eye
to soak
into your soul

my desire
for this secret season
of my senses
to slide
inside your smile

my desire
for your purple velvet breath
and all that is left
from the taste
of your tongue

my desire
for our silhouette
to shine
through time
in luminous night

this agony of desire
is a destitution in a
desolate wake of
daydream
allaying
lust in love