Desire

Closed and before
dangled and thrilled
to the core,
my religion
I'm sacrosanct no more

Inward and ashore,
gazing through bolted doors,
wailing for one more...
and bottled up, unsure

Hiding behind drawn curtains,
curled up in white flag
Adrift, adrift...
I'm smaller than before
abject in me,
is prevalent grimace
from the cure

Ask me to hold
what's not mine
and I'll procure
and hold me to ask
who's am I to be
and I'll elope
with those shadows, so pure

Strangers,
confide in me
I'm stranger than before...