Tag: wanton desire

This is what we say:

There is nothing special about the way you make me feel.
A thousand thoughts have done it before.
There is nothing unique about the way you touch me.
A million dreams have done the same.

At least
this is what we say.

This is what we say
when the clouds shield moon from stars
and her from him
or him from her.

This is what we say
and we’re not wrong
as long as we say we’re right.

And as long as we stay in the clouds
we stay blind.
No matter the thousands or millions before
or after
we stay and never move.

This is what we forget:

We forget what moved us was his smell
after a day in the world without you.
We forget what moved us was her smile
how her touch found you in the forgotten secrets of your skin.
We forget how contentment feels listening to her voice
and feeling his hand take yours.
We forget that we can ask.
We forget that we can Be.
We forget that we can confess.
We forget that we are one another’s need.

We forget
that we are unlike any other
yet wholly like the other
entirely ourselves.
Matched.
Lost and found
until we find our way again.

I want.
I need.
I desire.
Yes.
I accept.

At least
This is what we say.

– Lola Moi –