The Object Of Affection

that old flurry of passion
it strange when you don't miss it
but you know it when you see it
wanting
coveting
what you can't
or shouldn't
shouldn't
I couldn't
could I
Have

needing
yearning
          god what an ugly word
filthy
   to yearn
but it is       accurate

calculated

like
 a snake
that needs the sun
bakes itself like a hot cinnamon bun

then count down
ten
to
one
ten
to
two

let the body cool