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Jennifer DeLong Feb 2019
Desire is delicious
It's the lingering taste upon
my tongue
it's the exsquisite pleasure
of tasting something so delicious
It leaves the trace upon a soul
It leaves you wanting needing more
That temptation to try only a bite
Yet it leaves you craving that tingling
tasteful delightful feeling you get
when you get a little more
You can't have a little
you got to have it once more
So what's your desire so delicious
that leaves you craving more
© Jennifer Delong 2/19
Bansi Adroja Feb 2019
Wanting is a strange feeling
an abstract emotion
that can tie you up
in all sorts of ways
days undercover hiding
or running away
from a ghost
a promise
something tangible
A Poem a Day: What do you want from life?
Sudeshna D Feb 2019
Do you feel it when
Your mind is drifting to
Someone other than
The one you’re talking to?
I ignore it as often
As I think I can possibly do
But do you realize the space
Captured in my head by you?
I know not what to call this
It’s breathable and new.
I do not want to spoil this
Fearing what it’ll turn into.
The paranoia of losing it
Is what I’ve already grown into.
Conservative, feeble, shy?
Call me whatever you want to.
Elle Jan 2019
What do I want?
There’s so much to want how do I choose?
No deep down what does your heart long for?
Well there is one thing I do want
I want to lift my arms up and feel the wind on my face
I want to dance barefoot on the cold grass
And sing like it’s my last day on this Earth
I want to have all the weight suddenly lifted off my exhausted shoulders
I want to go to sleep and not have ever worry come to mind, clogging my head shut
I want to close my eyes for just once second and feel at peace
I want to wrap a silk blanket around my body and take away all the aching it has
I want a veil of pure joy to cover my whole body
I want to look in the mirror and be able to see someone worth living
I want to be a child again
Euphie Jan 2019
One day, I will return
to the place where dreams
come alive, in Agua Azul.

A place where if I had
an anchor of a feeling,
I would be a sailboat
on the beach full
of our burning desires.

Where the silver moon
rises in the evening time.
It will be my reward,
during sleepy hours.
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