Inquietude

night clear, gaze skyward,
I lay upon my back.
grass, crushed beneath me,
scents of the earth drift over my form,
comforting in this time of turmoil.

my thoughts turn to you,
of the way you are,
bright star in the distant heavens,
beyond my reach.
trembling fingers touch aching lips,
which long for candied kisses,
desperately missed.

deep tones, a man's voice,
and the laughter of children, joyful,
floats on the gentle wind.
I shut misty eyes, sighing tremulously
as realization coruscates through me:
I cannot stop feeling,
love, lust, guilt,
I know not which,
but feel I do!

were amnesia a drug sold on darkened corners,
I would beg, likely turn tricks for it,
blissful lack of remembrance,
wicked craving it has become,
as contentedness
remains frustratingly elusive.