desire: a sestina
Updated: Aug 25, 2020
by Rae Anwar
i let desire guide me
toward a vision of light,
like honey to the eyes,
only to trap me in darkness
like a sound
that can’t be heard, buried deep.
it started with a surge, deep
in my bones as he spoke to me,
unearthing a sound
like summer, sweet and light,
yet drowning in darkness
like melted chocolate, the hue of his eyes.
with coffee glazed eyes
and a bond rooted deep,
his mind slipped into mine. darkness
sat from a distance as desire led me
into the sun, as warm and weightlessly light
as his voice, the most lovely sound
to exist, until the sound
lost its color. my eyes
dipped into a new light
as the truth, dug up from the deep,
crawled out to me.
a side of him formed from darkness.
this new darkness
was of a tainted color, a sinful sound.
the image of him with another, not me,
engraved onto my eyes
as i fell from his view, down a pit forever deep.
here i stay, trapped in a void with no light
to guide me home. the only light
i knew, stolen by darkness.
i lie in a desolate space, deep
and mute. a voice without sound.
blank, sightless eyes.
the lonely company of me.
learn this from me: do not trust the light words of desire
and its eyes of deceit, for behind every smile is a hidden darkness.
trust your own sound, before you fall too deep.