I Wanted to Feel Your Tongue on Mine.

But You Sent Me Away

Even as my eyes pleaded

Dance with me

under this moonlit Skye

Chasing a star but never catching up

Instead I was Drunk under the azure lit by gold

And I’m not sure why

You sent me away without taking me In and I wonder if I didsomethingwrong

Because I always wonder





And then I wonder

Is there such a thing?

To want and to lust and to need and to trust?

Because I do. Oh, how I do.

Want and

need and



Not to use me or hurt me or bend me or break me

But do you? Do. You?

Want me and lust me and ache for me

the way

I. Feel you, and your harbor?