patience

arousal has little
for its purpose induces want for closure
crumbs before a starving man
grow into mirages of luscious comfort
but it is when hallucinations begin
that need takes on its truest nature
the torture that it is
the flower of want
morphing into wild weeds
that sprout through every orifice
and reach for what the body so desperately needs
attention
from the light that quenches its thirst
when, and if, it honors its subject