Dark Desires

I saw the half-face

Of the Moon

And thought of you…

Your lovely profile

Haunts

My dreams,

A cameo of

Everything

I want and need…

But in my dream

Your lovely face is

Averted,

Turned away from me

And everything I offer.

Why must it be

I covet solitude and storms

Rain,

with its geography

Of distance?

Deprived of magic

wonder wanes

And perhaps it’s true—

I need a storm

to distract me

from the bane

Of my existence...

And rain,

to hold me in her glassy arms—

cover me with wet kisses.