Yes, I yearn.
Ignited, the yearning devours;
I’m learning to dismiss the hours in which
I burn inside.
Yes. I yearn.
And the world keeps turning and no one sees
The ocean of flame, I’m siezed
By a fiery riptide.
Carried away.
I yearn.
for the touch of drunken lust
I starve, needing a touch of flesh I trust
But this fire has carved into me-
anxiety.
I burn alone.
How shall they atone for hypocrisy
Permitted to talk of them but never me
No, never me.
I’m not allowed to yearn.
Love is life and death
While lust is just a breath, sweet incense
Intense but banned.
I yearn anyway
Silently, since it’s not okay to ask
Just for to bask in her touch,
To be a man.
And get carried away.
I’ve learned.
Today, to be a man is to be damned
By and by the repeated insolence of – Man.
Lunacy.
Quietly. Carefully. I yearn.
For to speak of it, to vocalize
Would surely lead to my demise and so instead-
Diplomacy.
We (men) yearn.
We yearn but need to learn that She
Does not yearn equally. She needs security.
Safety.
This is right.
SHE does yearn.
She’s starved of touch. So much!
So much but her walls are necessary because men get-
Crazy.
So, as we yearn
Some of us know this but most never notice and so the walls grow.
Higher and higher they go. And so it’s tragic.
I know that to access the magic within the walls I cannot fall to the level of lesser men.
I must be always, first, and foremost, a gentleman.
But when the time comes and the walls are down I have to frown because, you see, my starvation has only left for me
Anxiety.
I yearn. Alone. As a man, because of men.
Men who take the trust from women
Lustfully driven they violate, and thusly women… hate.
Rightfully.
Oh, but do I yearn…
To feel the sweet softness of a woman who trusts
Trusts enough to kiss and lust and fawn over me.
Delicately.
Wistfully
I yearn to touch and be touched without fear of fear.
I lust for lust and must be careful because I’ve learned that I must burn, just a little, to yearn
Cautiously.
And so, secretly and quietly I’ve burned
Because of our complacency the world of men has turned
Into a world divided. We cannot hide it.
We haven’t learned.
Men- we are truly fucked, with only ourselves to blame.
And still, in flames,
I yearn.
Love Acadaemia 