The bestial want
is it ever more?
Evermore.
.
Ache beauty
its terrible
hunger
.
The voyeur
at what is not
“mine.”
.
What can be taken?
What “had”?
In the seeking,
the peeping,
the glimpse
or the glance –
its desire?
.
Such beastly want,
evermore,
grasping
.
forth or out
I reach –
a solid pane.
.
I am limited
constrained
delimited –
.
it would seem
I see clearly
but it cannot be
touched.
.
‘I’ is alone
with-out.
With-in
comes from ‘you.’
.
So ‘I’ scopes –
a feral yearn –
and gazes…
.
tapping at windows
of words.
Polysemic Stupor 
Excellent ending.
Why thx Simon 🙂 – what’s the rest need? I surely felt less than confident – the versions full of scribblings
Don’ t know it needs anything else. I was going to say something like ‘just enough words!’ as you managed to write words without dissecting them with your habitual philosophic precision!
Nowt wrong with:
‘so i scopes – a feral yearn – and gazes’.
Don’t care what it means when it reads with such lovely sounds ( meaning creeps in a little later and is not unimportant, but a nice idea ain’t necessarily poetry).
Oh you are kind Simon… I ‘feel’ so lost
I completely agree with Simon, I loved this one, a perfect sense of pace to it, and brimming just enough..
Thank you!
I feel the glass dividing me from the world. If only I could shatter it!