passions

prelude to a poem

an ephemeral caress
sends tongues of fire
licking at my core

scalding,
imminent yet beyond reach

the hunger
of parched pavement
screaming for rain
throbs in the psyche
of a poet
searching in vain for the Muse
silhouetted in smoke

elusive,
leaving me wanting
for that bittersweet pilgrimage
of ink on paper
that will quench
my perennial thirst.

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