Desire Poem by roman radman

Desire
By Roman Radman 11-14
So he decided that he would take a stroll down the avenue only that he had no intention to follow the girl. It turned out that he was actually stalking her. With every step of her heels he would follow united with her rhythm. Hands in the pocket of his women blazer and his medium length hair he stared only at the womens shoes. The young boy was hoping that she might look behind and concentrate on his fearsome, lonesome, anxious brown eyes. Sorrow approached the kid and he decided that he was never going to hold the palm of an older one.
“Why does desire fail me? ” whispered out of his mouth. He realized that his vocals were expelling sounds that the lady could import inside her ears.
“Excuse me? ” She was completely oblivious to what might have been the case. It showed that the face of the old young lady was in fact aesthetically pleasing to the mind of a young boy who did not know whether if he may mention that he was stalking her.
“I/m so sorry, I have nothing else to follow in my life.” looking so pathetic he stares at her dress. Her light blue wavy dress. The ones with a tank top look. The belt around her waist. No stalking were necessary for the legs, therefore she wore none. The breast of the lovely lady seemed to be the best part about her until he looked at her face. The soft smooth skin was vibrating his fantasies. He thought maybe he could last if she had indecent eyes. Slowly he twitched his own eyes into those streaked blue/green eyes. Resting is her eye sockets were diamonds, priceless. Boy grabbed his chest as he wondered to her hair. Curvy long brown hair with bangs covering her eyebrows. Makeup did not cease upon her face. It was all natural. All too natural for the boy. As he fell to the ground he had a slight smile of contentment subsiding in his soul.
He woke up gazing at a ceiling. One he had never gazed at before. Comforters comforting his body. Glanced to the right. Where did this bathroom come from. Who put it there. Glanced to the left. Where did this women come from. She was the same one as the one he was deeply in love with downtown last night. Is it still the same night? But more importantly, what was she doing resting her eyes on his. Lying down next to him above the cover completely dressed in the same clothes. Where were the shoes though? never mind. He was busy being confused. A wrinkle in her cheeks told him that she too was smiling. Suddenly she moved those wrinkles even more so as she took a kitchen knife and stabbed the boy in his hip.
“Hello.” she smiled, yet again, as she let go of the handle.
“Hi.” He didn’t know if he had finished the word because he found himself in complete and utter bliss. A bliss that no one can reach alive. That no one could experience. Why had she killed him? Was she mad at him for following her? Or did she do it because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to live alone without her? He will never know. For I am gone now. I am dead. She killed me. Desire.

“We are more in love with the desire… than the desired.”
-Nietzsche