Forbidden Humans

We compulsively lust after forbidden humans. 

They elegantly glade through our thoughts,

piercing our brief moments of relative calm, 

becoming explosive bonfires of desire, 

Infiltrating sparks and everlasting embers. 

We are never relieved. Ever. 

For if we were, they would hold no substance, 

no ultimate worth, 

they would simply become distractions from humanities ways. 

Instead they give us our most powerful moments of  compassion. 

our dire need becomes excessive and compulsive, 

the mind will not be faulted away from its reasoning, 

or maybe it's lack of reasoning is what it cannot see, or comprehend. 

Either way, it cannot be changed, for we love by chance and fate, 

but it is our evolutionary instinct that surges us on.

Author's Note

First poem I've ever written, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[ace]

good imagery with the fire on the first few lines about passion good raw emotion

[alifeacoustic]

Excellent perception of human nature at its worst and best. We are all just a random pattern waiting to be joined by fate in this weird and wonderful place we call life.
Thank you for sharing.
I really enjoyed this.

[SuspectGray]

I would have preferred the word "glide" instead of "glade". That being said you make a valid point about the heart wanting what it wants even if it doesn't make sense. Guess that's why love is so hard to understand. ( : O )

[Gwen]

Sorry for such a late reply. Thank you so much for the review. Completely agree with you about the word 'glide', will change it when I create a second draft. :)