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Desire
by Lyss CopelandI can only taste
the laughter
floating swiftly through the air.
Whispers of breath trail gently
upon my deprived and aching skin.
With one fingertip, you trace
a path of possibilities across
her uncharted map of flesh.
I can only stare
secretly
through my hair cloaking desire
as I focus on you playing
and twisting sparkling strands of beauty.
I waste wishes on false faiths
that you will love me with braids, mazes, patterns
of pleasure and presence.
I can only stare
silently
and imagine your pliant
fingers tangling and smoothing my own
desire to be among others.
I can only feel
goose bumps, nerves
rising, creating a ghost
to fill the void of loneliness
devouring my still and thirsting flesh
and yearning hair.
11/19/2008 Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lyss Copeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/20/08 at 06:12 AM Well, I love especially the "yearning hair" at the end. Just caps this perfectly. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/20/08 at 06:22 AM I love how you stack this thing together, the way the scene builds to that terrific last image. Outstanding. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/24/08 at 02:09 PM Ditto to all that is already said... :) |
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