THE THORN OF LONGING

The mind
is a doorway
to other more perfect worlds,
where one can make love
in a pristine cage
and there are no thorns,
which stab
one’s illusions cosmetics.
But at times
we let the fantasy
take seed in our reality,
hoping,
dreaming,
and dutifully praying
that the thorns of our
inner hunger
will not
kill
what we sculpt
as truth’s little god.