MY HEARTS DESIRE
MY EYES HAVE A GLARE
MY LIPS DON'T MOVE
MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT
THINKING WHOM I MAY LOSE
I STARE INTO SPACE
SHAME ON MY FACE
THINKING WHAT I'VE DONE
TO YOU WHO I SAY IS THE ONE
TO HAVE YOU IS MORE THAN FINE
TO TOUCH YOU IS SO DIVINE
TO KISS YOUR LIPS IS SUCH A TREAT
TO LOOK AT YOU I SAY "LETS EAT"
MY BODY ACHES WITH DESIRE
STARING AT YOU MY SOUL IS ON FIRE
KNEES KNOCKING THE SOUND SO LOUD
GAZING WISHING I WAS FLOATING ON A CLOUD
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| A MAN'S GLORY | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| THE TWO OF US | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| I NEVER KNEW | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| HAD TO HAVE | 1 | 08/16/2009 |
| MILLENNIUM WOMAN | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| WHAT KIND OF MAN | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| MY HEARTS DESIRE | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| MY HEARTS DESIRE | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
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