What Becomes of Desire

swollen black of bruised sky

thick fabric of want

noise of black thick black of noise

passers-by pass by


black sheet of night

far sound of a car radio

the curl of the turning sea –

all forms of withholding


and sighing –

wind went like a feather of breath.

And knowing

what becomes of desire.

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