On Desire

I desire

       every inch

              of you.

Your breath on my lips,

        the taste of  

your sweet sweat on my tongue,

your voice

       whispering in my hair

your fingertips 
       tracing the lines of my face

your smile above me

the smell of our sex

you pulsing in my blood

 through every vein.  

You’ve made me religious,

for it is now that I understand:

cursed

is the flesh;

damned

is the heart

that desires what might be given,

but what can-not be taken.