Incarnate Desire

Carefree resignation into the American dream of beauty

That nips me in the rose buds and clips at my Achilles

There’s a strength in regality that’s all too familiar to me

And there’s weakness in formality that begs that I be human.

Vain significance is nominal when life is ever fluid

To find the truths that bare their roots requires liquidation courage

To muster but an inch of rain must be the summons of the Druids

The mirror that breaks a shapeless face sends the memories right through us.

Fingers, listless in their longing

To touch the hearts of near and far with a tongue that’s all consuming.

If depravity met deprivation would glossy eyes then cease their mooning?

Would time be slowed to grains of sand,

A world of dreams renewing?

I’ll cast my spells and settle my scores when the playing field is blooming,

I’ll run the length of give and take and breathe in rhythm with my ruin,

I’ll grip this life by its silky throat and drink of what runs through it,

So I may integrate my love and hate that begs that I be human.

December 7, 2019