So this is what desire feels like; howling waves

in disguise among the sea of uncertainty

passing us by, leaving scars as it storms out

we think we know what we feel, but foolish we are

only when it is unleashed; we know it’s too late, too late

poisonous as it is; drunk, drunk, our hands meet

drowned in empty promises of paradise

the realest, still; you’re faraway so close

my wounds I hug in fear, wanting and aching,

to forget what desire feels like; crystal clear in your eyes