Desire

The stakes, I know, are higher than ever

But, in the cold of the night, I shall still shiver

In spite of the frosty passion of your bland body

For your love, in my honour, is but a cruel parody

I need to feel and embrace time and again

Like a restless child wanting to get wet in the rain

Aware, in full measure, of his mother’s scorching rage

But, more so of the burning desire to break out of the cage.