Desire.
You cannot clothe desire.
Desire walks each day beside you
Naked in the street.
It’s there
in every glinting eye
And moistened lip.
That layering of fashion
The jackets, skirts and denim jeans
They will not hide a thing…
…that look of being demure…
Is just a waste of time
Desire zings across the room
It’s everywhere..
in flimsy camouflage.
Desire stalks its prey
with stealth
We’er born with it
It’s restless in ourselves…
Desire is pivotal to lust….
And we all know
It’s not a thing to trust..
Kristine Byrne 30th August 2014
Painting by Charles Demuth. Dancing Sailors.