Desire is the ocean’s distance between us
Ethereal fingers that long to touch
Lips of dust and smoky lust
Deep blue and green oceanic eyes
That gaze upon winters
Windy white and cold landscapes

Desire is wondering what words inspire
Knowing when eyes are not cast
Toward nature’s wonder
They are down deep dipping into other wordy worlds
Absorbing all their majesty

Desire is blonde hair falling past
Her soft and desirous shoulders
Curves that cut like a silhouette
Leaving a powerful impression
Of the feminine form

Desire is a daydream of
A stone fireplace that crackles
Keeping us warm while we read poetry
Uttering each verse to one another
Full red loving lips softly mouthing
Old odes of love, and philosophy
Closing the books with
Purple blooms as bookmarks
To remind my heart that nature is love

Desire is the unreachable
Fair skin and brilliance within
Imagining that what I am seeing
Could be close enough to touch
But knowing that what I want
Might as well be Mars distance away

Desire is waiting to read what she wrote
First thing in the morning
Hoping her passions have become
Another cold fusion Estonian sun
Full of the soft natural beauty
The grey roads, the foggy mornings
The white frosty plains that adorn her horizons

If I told you my desire was purely ******
Than that would be a lie
My Eros lies closer to the other side
Halfway between erotica and love
Pushing me curiously towards
Wondering what a smile looks like
On that face

Desire is warm hand to rid myself
Holding her heartfelt image in my mind
I find time to cleanse my being
Of that ache full lust
Parting with ****** passion
And returning to calmer and deeper affections