How can we speak of desire when needs, unmet
ravage our sense of survival – we’ll regret
this wanton display – flames subside but hunger
remains – the body’s priorities reset.
Perhaps it’s the soul that stirs when you are near –
Spirit longing to overcome mundane fear –
as if the intertwining of flesh equates
with mortal release – quick come to me, my dear.
(Written for dVerse poetics, where we are examining poetic forms. This week, hosted by Frank, we are challenged to write a Rubaiyat. To find out more, click on the link.)