The sight of your eyes seeks the maligned contenders. <br />The breath in your lungs seeks the young, candied air. <br />The sure in your heart seeks the purely fictional. <br />The drone in you soul seeks the known conditional. <br />The brine of your blood seeks the bud not the petal; <br />For a petal is grown whilst the bud is unsettled. <br /> <br />The taste in your tongue seeks out the drunkard’s glass. <br />The scratch of your nails yearns for the failure of love. <br />The smug in your smile seeks the beguiled artisan. <br />The lust in your loin seeks a cock-in-mouth partisan. <br />The rot in your gut seeks a wave not the ocean; <br />For the wave is change whilst the sea is devotion.<br /><br />R.J. Bevans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-state-of-being-exigently-unsatisfied/
