Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desir

Desire

Your glance moves through my tresses
Flows on my arms, softly grazes my skin.
My eyes sparkle with light, looking at you
I feel happy; I forget my chagrin.

Your lips barely caress my ears,
Whisper sweet nothings, who knows what you say.
My knees tremble with weakness
I melt in your arms; I feel carried away.

Your hands probe my whole being,
Finding its secrets, stirring its dreams.
I gasp with desire, seeking to find you,
To capture your body, to enfold you within.