Daily Prompts

Fissures

Desire

crack

Your eyes looked funny

They had a misplaced glow;

Like a dart that nearly hit the bulls eye-

But not quite.

 

Your nervous energy came off in waves

That wrecked my Richter scale:

You didn’t even have to clear your throat when

I was choking among the debris.

 

I knew your water would sweep away

My mud-what an erosion.

But they had another word for it-

Intuition.

 

It’s necessary to need

And okay to want-

But to desire

Is dangerous.

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