steaming appetite

Is it desire who doesn’t make you rest at night

that keeps you awake

Wobbling

Is it desire who consumes your body sluggishly

Who corrupts your peace

Is it desire who makes your body

Ask for something else than meat and bones

Insufficiently attached

Is it desire who turns you into a melancholic person

Is it desire who makes your body hope

And moan

Get ill

with fever

animal, sickness, fever

Is it desire who makes you believe

you’re in love

And in a certain way you are.

You have fallen, right in

Deep.

There’s no such thing like sorrows in desire

You only want, you don’t regret

Is it desire who makes you listen to classic music

Over and over

At nights, while someone’s waiting for you

But you’re not sure if you wanna go

Is it desire that drives you mad

That doesn’t rest

That is nostalgic because he feels and bumps inside

Like some cancer

Yes, desire can become cancer

Is it desire that turns every move into beautiful picture

Is it desire that makes me wanna speak

Let this go

Let you know

Is it desire that radiates vivacity

Brings up the dead ones

Dead men are running

To arrive in time, to don’t miss this

Is it desire who makes the calls

Dials the numbers

Whispers his name

Whispers her name

Destroys tissues, clothes

Makes you dream and wake up all in wetness

Is it desire that makes you groan at night

Alone in bed

Imagining

Always imagining

What a fool.

Is it desire that makes you lighter and gentler

Is it desire that makes you ask

Grieve

Is it desire that makes you blink your eyes

Whenever you start to feel

The running of the clock

Time that doesn’t come

Time that will not come

Is it desire that puts you that way

Wanting so profusely to feel a body

That body

Oh that body.

Don’t take anything. People are walking in that street and I can see them.

Desiring.

Or is it me

Desiring

It may not seem like desire

But this is

This is wanting

An urgency that becomes so perfect

So honest

So clear

Is it desire that puts you away

And coming back

And on the side of yourself

Is it desire who says the words

Who puts sensation in my speech

Who makes me sneak at night

Out of bed

Reaching and reaching

It is desire who makes me howl

Howling through night

Not you

Not love

Not you

It is desire

It is not love

It is desire speaking.