By phoenix (so haunting)
I’m humbled directly…
At zenith of longing
I stumble erectly…
Conceptual sleuthing
that I cannot grasp…
A phoenix pursuing;
not found on a map.
In agony yearning
with flame I can’t touch…
A fantasy burning
that I want so much…
It blazes daydreams
and inspires erections…
Abrasively mires our screams
with affections.
A ravenous drive
that cannot be sated…
Which eats us alive
yet leaves us castrated…
This phoenix forever
will never regret it…
But weakness of pleasure
will kill if we let it.
Written by Jason Wright
August 15, 2017