marble and quicksand - a poem collection.

desire

A tribute to Sappho, the tenth muse.

I desire

And I crave,

The ones that cannot be mine,

And as I look upon you,

My heart beats in agony.

For you are not meant for me,

You and I are fire and oil,

We shall never be mixed.

But my love,

Suffocating me inside.

This flame within me,

Shall I douse it?

But how do I forget,

When you are the one,

it is burning for?

The world I would lay at your feet,

Treat you like the deity that you are.

My longing for you,

Never-ending, all-encompassing,

But you shall not be with me,

Ever again.