Allowing Desire Its Run Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Inspired by Rebecca Boone

It is not a question of love
when you first experience
the burning of pure desire
it is more the question of
right or wrong, and how after
you quench those fires.
Why should you be judged against
for grasping tight the beauty
in the power of your own deepest desires
why should you not allow the touch
the embrace, the kiss for which with all your strength
you so desperately seek to acquire?
You feel the need upon your breath
and dream of the warm and sweet embrace
deep within you fight to stand against the feeling
for which you should so lay.
Within each heart new
dwells the gift of the filling and wanton
bursts in life and thought and mind
of that very first thirst
for a chance in filling
your body's true wish of passion
and of completion in needs and compassions.
Fore to take at once
upon that first moistened kiss
the full package of all the purities
in thoughts of life through time
you complete yourself in soul and heart
and bring continuation to life
by allowing desire its run.