~ The Chase ~

I desire you, obsessively, do you see?

You are so beautiful … mercilessly …

~ The Chase ~

Resembling one austere noon,

Ah, this unkind chase,

Seems deepening,

And darkening,

That of ‘rustic’ you …

With every bare inch,

Craved for so long,

Of your dusky skin,

I touched thus … alive …

As the distance,

Between us diluted,

To pave a neat way,

For a virgin submission,

Of the awakening, so nude

Of our sage souls …

I gathered and held you,

For those slippery moments,

Firmly that I could,

Before you lurched,

To amble away, scholarly,

Leaving some of me, witless,

Thirsty with a lost, silly wet tongue,

And cold as the stranger’s stare,

One lurking around,

At the sharp bend,

Of your dull alleyway!