What would it take
to personify that flame
that burns within?

What would it take
to supply enough oxygen
for eternal burning?

What would it take to avoid
confrontation when your merely
driven by desire?

What would it take to say "yes"
to a question whose "no"
is as apparent as a grey cloud in spring?

What would it take to release
all that frustration on paper
on walls on skin or even
on lips?

What would it take for me to taste
your sins, to fool with them
to sleep with them?

What would it take to enjoy
a dance under the rain at 3 am
all alone as your thoughts
lead the waltz?

What would it take to enjoy
a toxic binge as my neurons
burn one by one?

What would it take to write
endlessly, page after page
of unrelated thoughts?

What would it take for this heart
to beat, like a raging  
jealous lover?

What would it take to simply
find pride in awkwardness?

What would it take to *****
all the poison that your body has
gotten accustomed to?

What would it take
for words to create
the perfect creation?

What would it take for a writer
binge on drinks of inspirations
making love to his brain?

What
The
****
would
it
take?