Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for desire
From Afar
You,
across the room
with your long black hair
and your hips for holding onto,
I wish I’d remembered my glasses
so I could admire you in greater detail.
Man with Reddish Hair
You are, in your beauty, smooth and sleek, young and fresh. An innocence glows out from your visage. Yet, a knowing innocence as if you can see what is in my soul. All ways to my soul are straight and true. I will dance with you , should you wish, but let me know when you are ready to entwine all you are, oneness, with mine. We will then be a unity divided when apart, but whole when together.
This beauty is shocking and stunning when considered from afar, but warm and natural when realized. Be with me and I will be with you. You are too young and too innocent. You know this and you’re looking for someone to fix something neither broken, nor reparable. Take a deep breath and bide your time. Peace will come at once and in dribs or drabs. Though seeming paradoxical, this is not. When it appears, you will understand. And you will join me, though we are separated by miles.
Desire
My heart so desperately wants to feel this attraction that my mind says to ignore.
I want you, simply… I don’t want you in any special context, or surroundings, but above all else, I need you, now.
I try to still my restless heart, knowing that when I leave this place, you will be out of sight and mind, but that doesn’t work. Suddenly, I need you more.
You have a name, right now, although you haven’t always had one. Sometimes you call yourself desire.
But for the time being, you have a name and a face, though you may be unaware that I call out your name and recall your face.
Perhaps you are aware of my thoughts.
Perhaps you feel as I do, that our paths might cross for a few brief moments, that perhaps the world is but a stage and I have a walk-on part in your life story.
Can I find the means to overcome my fear of self expression? I may need prompting.
But what if you don’t feel as I do and remain silent to spare my feelings?
It is far better to know that you don’t want me than to hope that you do.
But perhaps you want me, too.
Either way, I’m better off speaking my mind.
There was a young man full of lust, so full that he thought he might bust.
If he goes on this way, and holds back one more day,
he’s afraid that his pistons might rust.
