The Hamlet Project

Through cheek
Through ear
From chest to neck and up
Heart circling hot blood
Heating up the surfaces
Turning them pink with desire
Soul slid to the side
Tongue searching
Finds a promise
And speaks it.
Is the soul prodigal because it hides from heat
Or does it burn with the blood?
Is it the soul itself making mischief?
How do soul and desire mix?
At times, I suppose, they might compete, yes –
But sometimes the soul speaks through desire
Sometimes desire speaks without soul.