Sunday, April 15, 2012

Of Desire


That thing you wanted
Or I wanted you to want
That thing I gave

Was a little like the flower
I picked from the neighbors’
To give my mother and

That thing I wanted
Or you wanted me to want
I want still

Steal it if you have to

~ Ralph Murre

This one also appears in the Museletter, from the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets

1 comment:

Igloo said...

I like the way this poem seems to dance around the real subject coyly but is at the same time so passionate and evocative. Well-chosen picture too!