Desire

Desire is a demon
overpowering my will as I sit
in all innocence
contemplating columns on the screen

Womb clutching
powerless
before the power of random
lust
i gasp
and ache to pinch
my startled
nipples

Take pity, oh phantom tormenter!
Take form.
Be a hard
urgent
tactile
presence

Make me believe
that the wandering hands on my breasts
are not mine
that my swelling
parted lips
draw in more than air
that those aren’t my own frantic fingers
snaking beneath my skirt

Steal me.
I will surrender.

October 7, 2006