For Want...

For Want by Darmok 9/28/01 For want I take thee, coveting your beauty. Lingering over your face I inhale your essence stealing away your life, your grace. Drops of blood form where you pierce my flesh, berating me with guilt.  A small reminder of my sin, for want I have taken thee. Pruned and stripped naked now displayed for my pleasure, I grieve o'er what I've done. For surely you will die before me, to be cast aside then shunned. There beneath your golden vessel your shriveled body will fall, and I will sadly sweep away your passing grace, again for want forsake thee. To the heap with those before, decomposing flesh and wounds. Compelled by your beauty in search of more, again and again I will take thee.I hope you enjoy this new verse; really new...like this morning on the way to work :) For those that have inquired about what I've written recently, this and 'brothers three', '9-11-01'..and 'don't be scared'...and Mom, are really the only 'new' poems that have been penned. I'm not prolific and I wait for inspiration to 'jot it down'. I'm a bad student of poetry, I don't work at it because I hate staring at blank pages and I hate slowly jotting down contrived works.This one came from my love of our rose garden (didja hear that in this one?), the cut flowers on my kitchen table have generously displayed their glory for many days. Last night they began to fall. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2002 10:24 AM PST, Darmok    0 • 10