"No home"

@Uootem

catching desire in outstretched hands...
                                      palms wide open... heart also
                    weather torn pieces of paper
        ink smears staining the purity.
I reach out to capture a place in time...
                                      with some melancholy passion
                    remembered in retrospect
        while the coldness of this day
                    changes the color of my skin
                                      a memory brings warmth
with the untamed eagerness of nature.

like a vagabond, like a poet, like a lost lover
                                      I have no home in this present world...
                    as I search for passion drenched kisses
        from the mouth of heaven
                    bare arms spread... then intertwined
                                      skin to skin.... foreskin and hymen
like lover's waiting for consummation.

the biting wind of time passing swiftly...
                                      tears at my clothes and at my heart
                    as days are consumed in years
          these too will be consumed
                    as the yearning reaches its climax
and futile hoping prejudices me.