To put my desires on paper,
would give them a validity
that I am not yet ready to claim.
If I keep these dreams of you secret
and don’t articulate the desires
that drive me mad with wanton need,
I can ignore the fact
that it is you my fingers
go searching for at night.
Your lips I long to taste and
your uneven breaths that lay
the tempo for my heartbeat.
Clawing need and sweltering heat
that make restless bodies crave
For simulated realities
are creating pale imitations
of the truth of completion.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy