Tragic irony: /
Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/
Tragic irony: /
Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/
What are my deepest/
desires? If I dont know, how/
We could throw rocks in the lake,/
or watch brats bake/
on the fire/
as our desire/
climbs, like the flames, ever higher.
When I gaze at her/
and dream,/
do I become/
as every other one/
who has ever looked/
in rapt admiration,/
mouth agape,/
trying to quell/
unexpected fire?/
Or am I one/
who can look to the fire,/
feel the heat,/
imagine the flame,/
and, still,/
not get burned?
How do I make sure/
she won’t feel objectified,/
yet still feels desired?
I want someone who/
wants to be with me so bad/
that she can taste it.