TANGLED WEB OF WANT

 

TANGLED TIDES OF WANT  

Infested, my mind swarms with feelings,

A hive buzzing, no room to breathe,

No vacancies left in this crowded soul,

Each chamber stuffed with restless pleas.

Overcommitted, I’ve pledged myself elsewhere,

To shadowed corners, to duties worn thin,

Yet lines blur, boundaries dissolve,

A map of restraint smudged by the wind.  

Vague edges taunt me, a fogged horizon,

Where rules once stood, now they sway,

A dance of doubt, a trembling wire,

And still, my hands betray my stay.

Continually, like a moth to flame,

I find my fingers tracing old paths,

Dialing your numbers, a rhythm ingrained,

A call that echoes through memory’s wrath.  

Wanting spills over, a tide unchecked,

A hunger gnawing at reason’s shore,

I sift through silence, selecting you,

To weave my senses into something more.

To cradle your heart, a fragile pulse,

To wrap it tight in a tender snare,

I dream of encircling, slow and sure,

Like mist that clings to the salt-soaked air.  

An island, you rise from my sea of need,

A jagged refuge, wild and apart,

My thoughts crash like waves on your cliffs,

Eroding the distance, flooding my chart.

I’d crown your edges with whispered touch,

A garland of sighs, a sensory bloom,

To anchor myself in your quiet deep,

A harbor carved from longing’s loom.  

Yet here I linger, infested still,

A captive to this pull, this ache,

No vacancy for peace to settle in,

Just echoes of you I can’t forsake.

The lines I draw twist back to you,

A compass spinning, boundaries gone,

Dialing again, I’m lost, adrift,