Desire builds a house

of me for you to live in.
Doors are everywhere.

The walls are roaring
flames sucking stale air.

You can’t enter.
I burn myself out.

You’d never know
a house was ever there.

2012

2 Responses to “Desire builds a house”

  1. Fey says:

    Nicely writ.

  2. Uche Ogbuji says:

    Very tactile, this. “The walls are roaring / flames sucking stale air” is a scorcher of a fulcrum for the poem, which smoulders very nicely around that couplet.

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