Desperation

D E S P E R A T I O N .

we are all born into desperation,

wailing in longing to entangle with the
right particle..

magnetic molecules shrieking for love 

until  b l o o d   wells in our faces,

and makes us red. 

                                              red, 

                                                             like the color of my immortal yearning for you.

D E S P E R A T I O N .

it is a dooming sensation, 

profound and organic like 

happiness and rage.

a genetic plague, 

traveling and unchanging over centuries

until it is as natural a layer as skin,

or bone.

that's the only way to love, i think,

desperately...

                                                                                     & that is how i would 

                                                                                                                   love you, 

                                                with no less desperation than a plant:

                                                ( bending, twisting, turning, fraying, ) 

                                                and climbing towards the idea of
                                                solar ecstasy. 

D E S P E R A T I O N .