Slavery to Desire

Creative writing - 2003


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Slavery to Desire

I stroll along the Shores of Desire,
Hauntingly they flow beside me.
Gently and peacefully the rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slivering, encircling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.

Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to come to her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays suffocating my selfishness
Attempting to quench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.

Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To indulge in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the promise, I feel the hope,
But I have chained my hands
My tongue is wet with thirst
For what I cannot drink.
I turn, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.








Revised


Enslaved by Desire

I stroll along the ocean of desire.
Hauntingly he beckons to me.
Gently and peacefully his rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slithering, circling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.

Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to stay with her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays stifling my selfishness
Attempting to wrench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.

Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To bask in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the fleeting promise, I feel the fading hope,
But I have chained my hands
Drenched and shivering I lie.
I rise, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.