The Compromise.

The atmosphere of love.
The revolution of the sane.
You have been summoned
By my entire being.
You have been evoked
By my every hair strand.
You pour desire,
From your every inch.
Wrapped on your skin,edge to edge
And an inch deep.
Resistance today is a failed institution.
I feel lost and wandered.
Hallucinating caravan of thirsty men.
In spirit and soul
And body.
Im not trained in words, fancy
And artistic love and expression.
I do not understand
These dabs of reds, and streaks pink
The abstraction, so subjective.
Give me what I ask of you directly
Your body.
Make me feel wanted.
Give me a prose.
In this famine and drought,
Even you shall do again today.