desire

THOUGHT #107

Expression nourishes – with a demand for notice and a tongue for freedom – a hunger vital to every desire; or, limp and lifeless, one might forever abstain from purpose.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2011

LOVE-SICK

 

If I were a cloud
and not a white fluffy cloud
– but a dirty grey storm cloud –
I would shake my acid rain
to fall like sweat atop your skin
and burn you with the rancid drops
that swirl inside my filthy ocean

And with the might of a lion
I would roar your name
when my tempest was ripe

And when it pleased me
I would shoot arrows of light
from my electric soul
straight into your blinded
love-sick heart

Were I a cloud

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 14 July, 2010

THOUGHT #79

True art begins in the marrow of one’s desire and extends outward, like a vision, to many hearts.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 June, 2012

THOUGHT #58

Each other side is another one always yearns for.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 December, 2011

SOMEWHERE

somewhere
there is a space
where I will find myself
amongst the dust that falls so calmly through the air.
I’ll find my purpose lingering there.

meanwhile
I’ll stay partitioned off from ghosts
and other 5th dimension beings –
sharing this part of the room
with my cold desire to belong.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 July, 2004

THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON ME

 

When asleep,
intent allows
I doze to dream
– aroused –
of you.

I wake to lust,
robust with hunger,
starving
for a glimpse of you.

And in a trance
I rise to seize
– to freeze –
an instant here
with you.

BUT!

I won’t retire
tried and spent!
Instead,
I slumber,
yet,
to dream of you.

Throughout the day
I crave
(I’m crazed!)
the lingering wants
I won’t release.

Desire
keeps me occupied:
my mind inside
unstable from the tease.

And time,
it passes,
fast escaping
– raping –
my increasing need
to lay at home
– alone –
and close my eyes
and doze,
aroused,
and dream.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 January, 2003

AFTERWARDS

 

Thundering heartbeats
pounding with authority
emphasise the seclusive desire
to explore deeper
into reposeful slumber
by enhancing
the physical
momentum
tenfold.

Responding to
unlimited satisfaction
gospel silence is achieved
and all entities within
journey forth
into the
escapade of . . .

now.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written: date unknown