Desire
Come lie down by the aisle of this mind
As its eyes etched the hint of one thing
For sure, you are false, I am resigned
In this journey of wishful thinking
Under the trickeries of the sky
The peeping moon may console us shy
Through the cracks of the weeping willow
It tails its light ‘till the night is through
Here, on this cushion of bermuda
Spread grassy deeper in the dark
With lust of these hands favor a dream
And the echo of a moan is a scream
Of one stolen dream you will find us
Conquering threesome foothold in us
Where in the shade of a perfect time
A wishful grope maybe it's your charm
To know that you have my common mind
To dare or not to dare, truth is life
That we all have desires to unwind
Same wish to may be questioned "what if? "
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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