Be It Lust?

[pbmn]

The repetition of her foot
Rat-tat-tatting on my chair
Her evr’y move, her evr’y twirl
That sends a strand of her golden hair
Into my face, the smell of lilac, or coconut,
Or peaches, too, do fill my nose,
And makes me feign to be oblivious
To her evr’y move.

I wond’r, if only to wond’r,
When I will have the courage
To ask her a question, to talk of one thing.
But the very idea, makes me realize I will be scourged.
No possibility of her, to ask me, too.
I want to announce my lust for her,
But is it only that, the lust for a girl?
I must not, cannot, ask her to know.

I finally turn
About in my chair
To see her smiling back
With her pure golden hair.
But, alas, she is talking to another
Another, if another, it is not to be.
My face, it burns red, my cheeks ablaze.
To see my dream, kissing another.

By: PBMN, April 30, 2008

[blazeofglory]

This is not lust it is cloud nine. Love is not lust, nor sex is. Lust is a wrong word.

To fall for someone is natural: Biological, emotional, instinctive, involuntary and reflex.

In nature this is not judged. We human beings are judgmental.

[kelby_lake]

i like the style :)

[ScarlettEclipse]

I adored your choice in words, it kept the poem interesting. In a way, it was beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

[symphony]

The poem bounces well.

[pbmn]

thanks for your comments. I didn't really think too much about the words, they just went onto the paper and whatever I had stayed.

[blazeofglory]

You said much in a few words others could not say in many.