poem: jenny reijgers

Desire

serving your lips,
a master of pursuance

wise in your ways
and quick to the draw.

know the words
that will make me hypnotic.

your kisses never failing
and a touch so tender,
yet a heart ignorant
to the truth of love.

sleep is only a matter
of when you exist.

the destiny of now,
with the reality of tomorrow.

for when I wake, you will be gone.