There’s a loveliness
To wanting,
It seeps through skin
And infuses blood
With a thundering rush
Like the heady thrill
Of amber tinted
Honeyed alcohol.

It runs and trills
In an ancient song
Of longings
And desires
Forsaken and watered
By stories of the old.

The tears of a Goddess
Mingle with the spilt blood
Of a mortal lover
Painting petals with pearl
And rubies.

The scratches on the back
Of a prince
As he made love
To a courtesan
Draped in nothing
But fragrant jasmine
And large blooms
Of camellias.

And as opals turn to dust
And flowers begin to decay
The loveliness of longing
Turn to disappointments
That will water
A discarded
Bouquet
That you left me
Last week.