Desire .... & an Ode ....

Edvard Munch, The Kiss , colour woodcut, 1902. An early morning poem, and a discussion out of the blue regarding quenched desire ..... Desire You say that we're just friends As it comes to an end No longer a heart that's on fire The touch and the tell Intimacy's sweat-soaked sweet smell As you now say "No!" to desire Desire, desire Like the air that I breathe The love that I need There ain't nothing to take us higher Inside my dreams Together it seemed There was no need to deny her Desire, desire Yet it dissipates As I sit and wait Must I alone look for another? I see it all now As the smiles somehow Mask the sadness of quenched fire Desire, desire ..... ------------------ Ode to Quenched Desire An AI discussion via NotebookLM ..... duration: 11.10 minutes. ------------------- Last updated: 1 October 2025 Michael Organ, Australia