I want

I want it all,
                        and why shouldn’t i?
                        it is so sublime,
                        only the insane would refuse.
I want you!
                        on a sunday afternoon,
                        lazy in sunbeams
                        while desert dunes whip.
And when I go,
                        I want you, bittersweet
                        in empty sheets
                        your voice still pure in my mind.
We’ll sing on bridges
                        to worlds between us,
                        the stars no longer cursed,
                        arm in arm, out of tune.
And dance to solitude
                        where dreams are fond
                        and kindness is forgiveness
                        for futures unwritten.
For a tomorrow of pleasures!
                        endless in memories,
                        deep within a locket
                        where all inspiration is held.
Until we meet again
                        with desire refreshed
                        along the visceral lines
                        of raw intellect.
I will dream of you
                        among the citizens of my heart,
                        in challenge to my cancers
                        casting their mark upon history.

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