Tendencies of Desire – A Poem

The day falls
and we in the goldenrod
(with our breaths mingled and
our fingers clasped
each to the others)
feel the madness sting
our eyes.

Along the horizon
heaven blinks from existence while
we explore
the curvature tendencies of desire.

Once spoken
your name attests my doubt
and I readily succumb to the faintest movement
of your hips.

Gather the emptiness
that lies in the wake
of pleasure. There where
conception drips vainly
from an autumn sky.

And I am overcome. The majesty of the world
drifting careless
over our skin.

We are weighted together.
Unbalanced passion guides us.

Our faith now rests
only and all
within our fantasies.