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Desire is just one room in a mansion
and it can end in the bedroom or in a luxurious waiting room,
years, waiting, hoping, dreaming,
or in tears.
Its face changes when it realizes,
it will never realize what it wants.
No longer immaculate, it breaks down, unkempt and unloved,
the rusty gates inviting everyone to stay out.
What was once a thriving mansion is now just an arbor of sour grapes.
Hope has succumbed into the mulch of the past,
desire tastes like bitter leaves; the mansion implodes in envy and self pity,
just one room gone astray, is enough to unbalance……
It could have been a night of passion, half eaten fruits sweet and scattered over the floor, a telling of the urgency, abandonment to the moment when nothing mattered more.
From the inside out, this beautiful house with the potential
to welcome the angels and the devils,
collapses in on itself; just because… desire lives there no more.
Sept. 2, 2022