You are the wilderness in me,
The vaulted sphere untouched by man,
All I can neither have nor be.
A voluptuous droplet – me –
Into your frosted rigor banned.
Your glacierburn now sears in me,
A hungry napalmlust, insanity.
You are the wind across my plains,
The longing sigh of borderlands.
You are my passions and my pains.
And all the tokens craved in vain —
My pleas as fruitful as on sand.
August 24th, 2019 by Passenger B ©
Painting by Eva Christin Laszka / Saatchi Art on Pinterest