Discipline

Every kind of philosophy invites one to free themselves from desire, from want
To be free in a place of non-want
what is not addressed is need
A woman may master her wants
Master her mind
But the demons of need
still rise
After exorcism
after holy water
deep six desire is death
You speak to your mistakes
to your truths
and you reduce the madness
that giddy run after your impulse
slows to a march towards what you want
you tell yourself, there are priorities
Life becomes the arid of career and professional
and people use your title
But there inside you
like a vein of mineral deep inside the mountain
that wild child dances still
like this deep twist of  character
Your need is the death knell
All it takes is this small possibility
and like erosion
the cracks will reopen
Hoping this time
your light will shine in the dark places
My supine need
dives deeper than my deepest thoughts
like some fabled beast
you come to me
and all the sense I made of my shards dissolves
I am gloriously broken again
and I want you to see
You are the spectre that stalks here inside
you take this big mind
your touch reduces it to so much animal sensation
The careful planning
the discipline
all disappear in an instant
and this wild hearted girl child
wants your beast to come out and play