Desire is a small child with boundless energy. While her cousins are constantly dissatisfied and need constant stimulation, she can amuse herself for hours just daydreaming about her future. She pays fleeting visits to most everyone, but makes her home in the heart of a very select few. She sits and giggles and rubs two sticks together, lighting a fire. She skips barefooted around it and spins stories with no limits from the silken thread of thoughts that never find a voice. Her ecstasy comes with the victory of her home when they hold the hand, kiss the lips, or reach the goal she has dangled in front of them, laughing and skipping backward, pounding within their heart as the voice of their soul.

4 responses to “Desire

  1. Nicely written. Hang on to that feeling. or you will writting little poems like this:

    Have a delightful day.

  2. her desire is obvious here.
    well done.

  3. A unique take on your subject. Good write.

  4. I love the personification of desire and in a much purer sense that I usually see it portrayed lovely

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