Burning Desire

Listen to my eyes. Tell me, what do you see?
A montaneous plain or dehydrated sea;
Creeping footsteps or a stomping spider;
A flaming heart or a burning desire.

Stare through my ears, tell me what do you hear?
A thirst-quenching cupcake or chewy root beer;
A loud key of silence or a muted sigh;
A flaming heart or a burning desire.

When I see you, I hear what I smell.
When I hear you, I taste what I see.
When I taste you, I see what I feel.
This burning desire can't be real.

Breathe in my essence. What do you smell?
A steaming rotten heaven or paradisical hell;
A defunct life form or breathing form of death;
A dramatic improv or comic Macbeth?

Taste my fingers, what can you feel?
Is this agonizing pain for real?
I sought your heart with a guiding light;
My eyes droned by your tearful sight.

Never I thought I would die so slow.
Give me one thought,
and never let go...

April 7, 1989