I taste desperation disguised as passion in his kiss. See me. Want me. Need only me because I need.
Thanks, Boomie. C’est la vie. I want the passion minus the cling. Heavy sigh.
haha…i feel ya
I recognise this… and I like that you leave the narrator to express it – is it there, or is it read into the situ with your fears?
I guess another’s need to cling to you is better than a desire to seek solace elsewhere!
Hahaha–is it? Elsewhere might be kinder. Oh, I am a bitch sometimes 😉
Perhaps there’s a bit of it in all of us.
Not the real name of the song, but we’ll run with it.
🙂 Now, how did you know I started humming this song after I wrote this particular small stone? 🙂
I can’t claim insight, but since it’s one of my all time favourite songs (so many are by this band) it jumped out at me. 🙂
The competition here is no small matter, Susan and I just might need both passion and desperation. 🙂 Nice one 🙂
🙂 thanks, C. Hope you have both then. I am done with desperation.
Great poem, Susan. Made me think of another situation where need, desperation and passion are mutually felt……. and prompted this below
when need is mutually intense,
when lip hunger fills two with wetting intensity,
hip heave heavy heating humming,
hit hope hovering
to unleash, uncoil, coil and curl,
do not desperation and passion
then merge to jazz and jam?
Oh, they do, Noel–and then it is a different, heated, and sizzling desperation. My little thought triggered this? Love it!
yes it did!
Awesome write, as always, N.
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