A hungry spider watches...
waiting.

Desire is a big gaping hole
with fangs like a vampire 
and vice like jaws firmly clamped
that draws life blood
down the 
drain. 

Desire is a burning itch 
that doesn't go away.
Flames lick like lovers in heat 
and passion bug bites,
red, swollen and inflamed
infest body and soul.

Scratch harder. Bite more. 
Suck the juice out of us. 
You whore. 
We're blistering with disease
that you gave us.

Insidious trap. Ingenious trap. 
Amazing how you trick us
into believing that you are the cure
to make it go away.

Stick sticky we stick, immobilized,
we are flies on a floor 
covered with emotional glue.
Do we bother struggling to break free?
Or simply wait for release 
in the guise of death.

I suppose I may stick around for awhile...
It seems less futile.

Oh bitter sweet Desire
I love you too much to respond.

Let's be silent together in a still mist of truce
resting peacefully, fulfilled in each other .

I want nothing.                                                                            © 1999 by David Bozzi