Desire

So, now that,
That thing,
That had you,
Impatient and desiring,
Is yours,
Where are you now?


The chase over,
The hunt hunted,
And devoured,


Surely
Must fulfill you,
And return you
To an eternal sleep
Of blissful contentment,

Or
Can it
Never be so?
You - never unwanting?

Or
Nor can you,
Nor your hunt,
Ever plumb,
The depths,
Of that abyss
Of desire
Inside of you.

6/1/2008