Desire .... & an Ode to Quenched Desire
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Edvard Munch, The Kiss, colour woodcut, 1902. |
An early morning poem, and a discussion out of the blue regarding quenched desire .....
DesireYou 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 .....
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Ode to Quenched Desire - outputs
An AI discussion was generated using Google'sNotebookLM program. It was entitled Ode to Quenched Desire, duration: 11.10 minutes. The poem - originally simply called Desire - was retitled therein Ode to Quenched Desire and referred to as such within the discussion. A different video overview duration: 5.25 minutes was also generated.
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Last updated: 1 October 2025
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