you will
always be
the object
of
desire

there is no price
that can be paid

no action,
nor tribute
can guarantee
your hand

you will
always be
the object
of
our desire

for you are like a
beautiful flower,
impossible to
pluck

you will
always be
the object
of
my desire

I’ve dreamed of you
long after
I thought
the fluttering things
in my heart
had died

and yet there they came
creeping up
all the way into my
brain
to wrench my heart
back as it once
had