Pricks in Desire

A wishful sigh,

Of happiness in the sky.

Of a time you wanted to seal the moon,

Of a time you thought you were studded outside a moan.

A tift missing,

Your galaxies mixing.

Your stars bursting stutters,

Your fate you changed on your own, sunders.

A chest to love,

Beating streams of lurk.

Beating fiery passion at bow,

Beating heart on which affection is a stealthy blow.

A wish trait,

For the best threat.

For the purpose unsorted,

For they were caught in the lively wishing unslotted.

A stolen testimony,

Touched in intravenous telephony.

Touched for perspired earnest desire,

Touched a broken part and called it defier.