I have not a childish need
Or teenagers lust for you
Your form
Though attractive
Is not what is sought
I’ve see you in meadow
In shade
In dappled drop
Across peaks
Down chasm
In flame and storm
Your head held high
I seek you
Not for a moments pleasure
But for a lifetime of pain
A pain born of minutes in anger or seconds without you
This grasping of nothing
This uncertainty told tale
Instead
Say yes
For you,
I’ll bend the world
Pelgris 