desireDear John
If that was your name…
A burning desire…
Will never be the same.
No hiding the truth
Or manipulating lies…
Just the need to grieve
From deep in my thighs.
In-love with the memory-
Burned by reality-
And for a moment no hope-
For something to save me.
I was good at letting go-
Before this fantasy with you-
And in this silence…
You felt the same way too.
The need to want-
Without wanting to need…
Was a moment to have-
For such personal greed.