You! I want! and want, in hot desire. In lust. And foul greed.
You make me mad with desire. The rest I need.
The rest are food and shelter. Cool water and advice.
The rest are sanity. The rest are extremely nice.
You make my forehead burn. They apply the ice.
The rest notice if there’s a spot on my tie.
You are a tall, crumbling cliff, a step away from the sky.
The rest make me bashful. You make me cry.
The rest make me work, and dull work is what I need
To forget instantaneous pleasure, you, the deed.
Dull work is a guard against the poem,
Against lust. Yes, against you, woman.
My thoughts are in the mines, worked, kept, never to be freed.
I always think of you. You are my goal. My death. You are the rest I need.