There Are Those

There are those who get

You’re giving

Who understand your gain

There are those

Whose comprehending

Comfort

Releases

All the pain.

There are those whose love

Encompasses

All mankind as one

And woman

As another source

Of solace and of some

Desire and wonder

So imbued with

Heartfelt

Understanding

There are those

Who simply

Get it

And there are those……

Who don’t.

Do You Understand?

Do you understand

My sensual wanting

Do you see and view

My need

Does captivity

Of feeling

Assuage

An endless

Aching need

Does nurture play a part

In who

Created thus I am

Or is nature

More

Determined to

Lay claim

To This

Alarm

It causes

To so many

Who can

Or cannot

Understand

Senses

All enveloped

Explored

To be

All that

I am

Who Knows?

Who cares

To renew

A good man?

Who shares

A point of view?

Who wonders at

Right

Or woeful deceit?

Who knows

What

Right

From the wrong?

Who knows what heart lies

Needing?

Who knows where

Urgency

Is met?

Who knows why

Souls

Are confounded

Or why

One look

Makes

The wet

Of desire

And fulfilment

A goal

To achieve,

A

Something

Unexplained

 

That no one believes?

 

Who knows

These things?

Not I.

In Dream Quest

I am restless

And the night hangs heavy on my limbs.

Stuttering self-belief

Demands

Answers

To all

But sleep evades.

No possible solution

Suffices

To alleviate

Desire

And explicit

Wanting.

There is nothing.

Nothing.

Only a soul will invite

Indulgence.

A lost soul,

Seeking recompense

And insight.

Searching

Aimlessly

In the night,

Wondering.

No worry….

For all answers

Reveal

In dream quest

As sleep descends.