Desire

on hand Desire - the early morn the fire that not of night - rotten mists neither scenting nor smelling - pause after pause- lyric sub-divided - pants and bosom falls and rises - I see Love rise in you slow and sensual - 'I go' you said - 'So early' - I 'Yes for the Dawn calls me and with Dawn Venus be I will return my Love for you more beautiful for your enjoyment- enrooted to the earth by chains I have to be set free by some Prometheus to follow you - days pass quickly - quickly, quickly pass then disappointment occurred night on fire bed of sighs and only desire.