Resurrection of Desire

I was abandoned
By desire
Sure the subcutaneous rumble
Continued its silent tango
With the subterranean ache
But desire in her true glory
Overt and unashamed
Deserted me
Surmising I guess
That I deserved her mercy
Less than I did before
Even less

G-d should forgive me
I wrote
For the failures
Of my daily resurrection
And of my poems of praise
G-d will not forgive me
According to your note:
The cure lies with you instead
The cure that can be mine
At almost any price
You will care to name.

poem by Frank Bana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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