Mar 2, 2017
so this is what desire feels like; howling waves
in disguise among the sea of uncertainty
passing us by, leaving scars as it storms out
we think we know what we feel, but foolish we are
only when it is unleashed, we know it’s too late; too late
poisonous as it is; drunk, drunk, our hands meet
drowned in empty promises of paradise
the realest, still; you’re faraway so close
my wounds I hug in fear, wanting and aching,
to forget what desire feels like; crystal clear in your eyes
Desire, March 2017
- Marguerite
(All the photos are mine, taken in Cimaja, West Java, Indonesia)
