MY DESIRE GALLOPS FREE

I was content, I was

happy between the pages

of a book, reading

Yeats, his words

of unfulfilled longing,

but how I needed

this unbridled lust

that I now feel

after having gazed at her;

poor Yeats, perhaps

you felt like this,

life blossoming

in your veins,

except with more veneer

over your desire.

My desire gallops free.

01.06.2025

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