16 February 2011

Unfathomable


It is
endless
this craving
this thirst
that leaves me
both chilled
and conflagrant
trembling
quaking
with no intent
less than
rapture
desires boundless
and inexhaustible
intoxicated
I succumb 
to the unfathomable

3 comments:

  1. Impossible to measure...but away of fear...

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  2. I love the use of the word conflagrant Diana, should be used more in poetry. I'm wanting to go down the succumb route too :D

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