Taste Of Anger

Desire

I must confess,

I desired you in a way that no one could, 

But your body wasn't the object,

Nor was it your soul,

My desire surpassed even the bounds of imagination.

And you were the very context of it

I realized I had shaped you through my longing

If desire creates the desirable

Then I must have created a new city of my dreams

A different universe altogether

Where horses gallop upon my skin

Where i spread my legs to the sun

And my mouth to spiders.