Desire is a
dance
To be open,
To be seen
in the eyes of another.
To be closed.
For our
fantasies,
Our secrets to remain ours
Resolving
desire’s dance is challenging
Do we risk
opening ourselves
To the gaze
of another?
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He touched
me
With a searing
look
As if to
find
Some hidden
key
A look to
penetrate
An inner
part of me
A part held
under
Lock and
key
Rustlings of desire
Slithered through mausoleums
Of
disappointed faith
And despairing
hope
But would
desire
Unlock the
key
I had rusted
shut
With unshed
tears
Albino
secrets
Grown white
and blind
Disconcerted
by his gaze
Scurry to
find some shade
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