The innocence of desire
Without regret
Without inspiring
Doubt or pain
Childlike wanting
Of love and joy
To build you up
And help you grow.
The innocence of desire
That pulls you in
To her gravity
Of purpose and poignant form
With nothing in reserve
To hold you up
If it all turns to
Turpentine.
The innocence of desire
Like a wave for the shore
Never arriving
Surprising itself
With its form.
I see it.
I want it.
Again.