Chiarra, I had High Desires

I had high desires
In an age when desires are in ruins.
I desired to have you naked in my arms,
For I knew each touch of you would bring forth wild images
That would dazzle with their mysteries,
Redeem the life I wasted conforming to a tepid and lying world.
Your body if ardently given would be
My new voice, a new music would arise
Out of the dead music of this ruined world,
A strange concerto with a harp solo.
But high desires are hard to realize
In an age of tattoos and nose rings.
High desires are exiled to a land of fantasies.

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