Allen

Another quick glance reveals too much
although I attempt to build the
walls yet higher
care taken that each brick is to
be in place

so that your eyes stop devouring each thought each gasp past these parted lips that yearn the pressure of yours~~ how can I cease the yearning? this place we meet that kills the chance for more as I might wish~~ I cannot even say this longing in clear desire and tongue but must hide and dissimulate this yearning heart that sees too much in you~~ those lips of yours full, ripe and tempting those eyes of yours mysterious, studious, and intense that intellect of yours sharp, questing and luminous so that I wish to rip down the barriers that separate and absorb the sensation that beckons taste the intellect that burns and feel the passions that flare~~ Conceal this yearning being from mouth that beckons eyes that burn and intellect that flares ... I MUST.

© 1998, Tara Tambollio


Scraps of Thought