Lorna
And I'll never know pleasure like this
What is this desire?
This biting
Hitting into another place
What is this that can't be untamed?
And you
I feel full of holes
Separate
And when I wake up
I see white flowers on the bed
No one ever asks me how do I desire
But I think anyone would talk to me
Using the word "desire" at all
No one ever told me
Or taught me not to contain
Or kept existing
But there was no language
Does anyone have any language for it?
Can we find it?