Note: I'm currently watching A Streetcar Named Desire while I'm writing this - so that's a fairly large influence on this poem! I realise it's similar in themes to Waiting In The Wings, but I hope you enjoy it, and please review.
DESIRE
a Hannibal poem by JetNoir
hatred and power
as we lust between
the paper moon
which hangs beneath
us. i move to the left
our terrible and beautiful
dance continuing always
never ending never
ceasing (not that
i WANT it to end)
the lake we are
up to out waists
in is cold but
we are warm
no need for
towels in the
white light my
life throws toward
me - not mapped
out for me but our
destiny which we
take, without cares or worries:
for nothing can happen
to ruin this love and
desire…
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