the poem i wrote

i am posting a very short poem i wrote her before The Heartbreak. it's a rough draft, and i don't care what you think.

wanting you
like craving cheesecake
something richly divine
wanting you
like narcissus reaching for the reflection*
just out of reach
wanting you
like wanting . . . what?
something elusive

(wanting you
leaves me
incoherent
with unspeakable
desire.)

ok, i have to go faint now.

*i still haven't figured this line out. i like the last stanza better. like i said, this is a rough draft. to quote paul valery, "a poem is never finished, only abandoned."