Desire Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

on hand Desire -
the early morn
the fire that not of
night -
rotten mists neither
scenting nor
smelling -
pause after pause-
lyric sub-divided -
pants and bosom falls
and rises -
I see Love rise in you
slow and sensual -
'I go' you said -
'So early' - I
'Yes for the Dawn
calls me
and with Dawn Venus be
I will return my Love
for you more beautiful
for your enjoyment-
enrooted to the earth
by chains I have to be
set free
by some Prometheus
to follow you -
days pass quickly -
quickly, quickly pass
then
disappointment occurred
night on fire
bed of sighs
and only desire.