Desire

Desire 4/19/13 by Emily Sturgill

I am a Galaxy

upon a sea of words.

I am Lost

without being heard.

I am that Song-you cannot get out of

your mind-yet you choose not to dance to.

I am Ancient

like a wooley-mammoth,

but empty,

like the half drunk glass-

of wine.

I space out, and separate like,

milk from cream,

or the froth

inside a dream,

you’ve barely recalled-

ever

having at all.

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