I don't believe in love, I decided long ago: <br />that other hearts were summer heat and mine was winter snow <br />I despised them for their impudence, oh such a long way to go! <br />I bet myself another life that I would never feel too <br />What silly girls and silly boys called 'love', their new- <br />found companionship displayed in sycophantic spew <br />of words and promises that would change next week. <br />I thought myself so strong, compared to them so bloody meek <br />And in every spare debate said as loud as I could speak <br />'There is no such thing as love' <br />don't you get it? <br /> <br />Then one day I found myself dreaming, exam half finished beneath me <br />I couldn't stop imagining your hands on my skin, see? <br />But it faded when those words escaped your lips, so true it must be <br />that I am the only one in this stunted world that feels like that. <br />When dreams flash past I take part, <br />(Shadows of limbs intertwined I alone would call art) . <br /> <br />It occured to me as daylight, slick and ever bright <br />Swept away the languid presence, the sloe black, crow black night <br />Something that had nothing to do with my beating heart. I might <br />be wrong. <br /> <br />Truth is, I am in lust. Not love, not that patronising knife blade, that ignorant, fetid, unreal stigma, but lust. A real emotion, real, raw and completely deserving of a saint, <br />a day, <br />cards that say what we are too polite to, <br />of songs and books, and precious poems. <br />Lust is all around, and I'll admit to this: <br />I'm falling in lust with you, <br />(just don't quote me on that.)<br /><br />Effie Yalena Steyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-in-lust/
