Ambition

... should be made of sterner stuff.

...

Love casts humans
into jugs of wine.
All my sorrows will be quenched (I foolishly
muse),
once I drink
of your arms.

Why else would I desire
only
when my eyelashes
are heaviest?

...

I remember lying there with you that late afternoon, on your grumbling bed. Hearts were content, all aspiration silenced under the soft rumbling of fulfilled desire.

Ambition is human, to make love divine.
Ordained by selfish nature are we
to seek affection,
in quiet desperation.

Reciprocation
imparts meaning to our rootless brains -
every tiny touch
a silver medal.

...

I love you to distract myself. There's emptiness inside, spaces that yearn for something better, the latent hope that fulfillment lies somewhere in the external; I love in the hope that you will fill me.