another Iron Poet commission, this time from Qmoq. his mystery words: agony, desire, touch

the form is the star here; i've chosen the Fibonacci, in which the number of syllables in each line is the sum of the syllables in the two previous lines...

ONE

One
glance;
one touch:
all You need
or will ever need
to arouse within my body
this cataract of desire untold, unimagined.
'Tis sweet agony, this anticipation of my inevitable surrender.

-- elyse