Yearnings  (for N. and T.)

We burnt candles and stares; sweat brood

Over our bodies. And we like priests in deep

Meditation over the sunken state of the world

Seek for true healing; a miracle to keep us intact,

But the delusion from scalding heat, grooms us

For that that will heal the ignition in our groins

Water doesn't wash hotness off our raging airs; anger,

And lust-filled heats in our head, our minds, our books

Burns us into bare-chestedness, and leads us into nuts

We hand out tales; illusions come out in stewing stare

Meddling with desires, which count us out of reality

Yet we keep hoping our wish will heal, we think, we

Wring out the pretence of love – the inconstancy

Of flirting moments between two friends, desperate

To clip off the birth of romance from very inception

We roam around desires, as we pined for absent

Lovers, whilst our hearts refrigerate personal steams,

And together, we give one long desired tuneful sough

We fan the heats, with prospects, our wants; eager

To conceive this chance miracle that may ice our heat,

We dissolve flesh, one time, gratefully – we think later.