desire (again)

by Jason Alan

desire

her fangs sink into me

deep, sharp

stinging as rancorous words

from a loved one

desire, a love

a prelude to emptiness

which cannot be matched

desire

is

weakness

a romp through tragedy

a frolic in the grass

with murderous packs of wolves

and the sad truth is

we are all caught up

desire

is

betrayal of ones own self

a knife stuck directly

in the center

of the wasteland that is my soul