Thursday 26th February
One of the reasons I am calling these particular entries “Neglected Poems”, is because many of them are quite old. I only keep the ones I really like, those that I think might be any good. Consequently there will never be enough to fill a whole poetry book, so neglected poems they will remain, hahaha. This one has a certain bravado, almost a gusto to it. I still like some of the couplets, though the ending is a bit weak I must admit. It is the same old story of unrequited love I am afraid. Hope you like it…
The Things That I Want
I want to kiss you on the mouth
I want to taste you North and South
I want to face you East and West
I want to suckle – you at my breast
I want to nuzzle – to graze on your flesh
I want you slept in and I want you fresh
I want to fall – to die in your arms
I want to expose and corrupt all your charms
I want to be held and I want to be bound
I want to be lost – never to be found
I want to be healed if I should fall ill
I want to be taken against my will
I want to be certain I can see my way
I want to be deluged and drenched and swept away
I want to keep my heart safe in a deposit box
I want you to break in and smash all the locks
I want to dance you through all of these nights
I want to show you unearthly delights
I want to keep you away from the world
I want to wave you – my flag unfurled
I want to break your resistance down
I want you subservient – a dog on the ground
I want to teach you to fly on your own
I want to sit beside all the men you’ve known
I want to observe as you prepare for your day
I want to watch as you falter and sway
I want to remark as you write me that letter
“I want you to know I could have written it better”
I want to desert you – to leave you alone
I want your heart to leap as you wait by the phone
I want you to know I might always be here
I want to calm, alarm and conquer your fear
I want you to wear all of my rings
I want you to be, oh so many things
I want to understand every inch of you
I want to – but really I haven’t a clue
I want to deserve by the sweat of my brow
I want to have learned all my lessons by now
I want you to know I’m ready for your touch
I want to grow up and stop wanting so much