Desire...

So i am a child, a fool, a hawk-on-the-March-wind. Humor me. Are liberty and desire so common that you'll deny me this first mad rush?


i want to write you a poem
that will do you in,
shake you up,
like that
martini you wouldn't drink.

i want to sing you a song
that will crawl into
your heart,
like a soldier crawls out of the wind
to die,
never leave again.

i want to give you a kiss,
a kiss that obliterates
all the judas-stains you think you wear;
i want to leave a star-scar
on your right-hand precipice of cheek-bone.

but most of all,
i want to give you water
and watch you drink it,
drain it like a prisoner without reprieve,
knowing it's the last wet miracle
before the sun rises for the last time.

A poem, a song, a kiss, and a whole new life-i want to grab your hands and hold your heart,
but i can't.
not with words.
but i still want to write you a poem......