Desire rifles me, disorders my innards,
Chars my hugging arms to black, helpless studs,
Untongues the eloquence of my familiar patter
And leaves my heaving soul standing mute.
I’d shredded myself to spastic tatters
Disobeying love’s laws and rescinding old statutes,
Frisking suspects for tinder to ignite with desire–
Desire the fever that burned down my house.
I was wrecked with wanting until you came,
Plain as a square of sunlight on the oaken floor….
Then I saw: how overwrought and strange my pain!
How simple to acquit desire’s rave and roar;
Desire is nothing when love is–which, fussless,
Overpours the brim desire desires.