Wanton Wanting

(Reposted from 3 years ago)

My lotus eating fantasies that fire my body but shirk the possibilities of flesh and blood

         I want not.

My ragged boys and girls inside, my buried pain, my wounded pride

         I want not.

My festering envy, squandered time, my vicious circles traintrack rhyme repeats

         I want not.

My impulse self-destructive binge, my swaggering cringe of the too-often beaten who still fears defeat

       I want not.

And when my want-nots fall away

My wantings easier to say

I want each colour sharp and bright

I want each song the notes hit right

I want each heartbeat, sight and breathing

I want soft touch on skin, sweet loving feeling

And when my want-nots fall away

My wantings easier to say.