A little bit of Lust

I sit within my latest fantasy, realizing I’ve decided not to read the latest erotic romance, its beginnings were colored with gray. Finding it’s wrapping a truth I didn’t want to visit.  This quiet stance is too uncomfortable for me, given what I don’t want to remember. I want to be secure within, to drive myself further into creating stories about who I have unidentifiable lust in his posture. He wanted me to like him, I am sure he didn’t know or care what that meant and neither do I know. I was consumed by my own life’s need…What am I doing to myself and why is he promoting my playful nature, or is he?  I wrote this poem as I went to his office, not to see him, however I did. Within the poetry of my mind I find a truth in this poem. 

You say hello…without hearing your voice

I laughed as you held me with words unsaid

I speak and venture where I dare not go

Here in the White of you, I dance on paper

My pen wrapped while flowing within

My speech takes flight, wings flying to you

Each line disturbs the palate. 

How are we attached to reaction or response?

Questions arise in your shining light

I am given the taste and a thirst is quenched

Nectar found in our place and spread

Tell me and I will now know.