Desire Desired

It is, but isn't, desire: a longing
to be Longed For, in our core:
not just our uses or convenience,
but our Selves. It is a human
need: to be wanted, as us.

With flaws & shortcomings,
in brutal specificity, we desire
a Desire for Me, inscribed
upon another heart: the
imago dei of a jealous God.

Well, it's not to be. We are
pale idols, lazy worshippers.
Anyway, this isn't Love:
only a broken reflection of
the jealous One’s desire.

All the same, insatiably
we lust to be Lust's object:
cycle endlessly through empty
tangibles; but find this thirst
unanswered on the Earth.

Why would we want this?
Unless, perhaps, our hearts recall
something we can't remember:
a moment of Creation, the
ultimate Desire expressed--

a point of time;
an unknown memory;
an aching echo;
which all Life with its ears alert
stares back into the dark to see!




October 2018