Separate
Yourself
From your desires
Feel
The cascading tickle
Surround your inmost
Acknowledge
The beckoning sparks
Dancing skyward
Realize
The rhythm only
Resembles what you wanted
Hear
The music glance
The edge of your true object
Become
The satisfaction in
The lilting words of longing
Drink
The water whirring with
The chorus’s propulsion
Let
Your thirst
Receive its mete
Look
Again and ready now
Hands contrasting hands
Describe
The gap in-between in
Soft, obliging words
Repeat
Until your only
Wish is to repeat