To Want the Contradiction

I need the sunsets,

purple and orange

and angry for having to leave.

I need the ocean,

blue and aqua

and enraged by a storm.

I need the wind,

swift and cool

and tearing trees from their roots.

I need the fire,

warm and comforting

and turning everything to ashes.

I need the land,

strong and sure,

and temperamental with its shaking.

I need the feeling,

of love and contentment

and lust and heat

and pain and strength.

Oh to want

both the anger

and the happiness,

the love

and the hate,

the softness

and the pain.

And to wish to want

naught more

than what you give me

But to always want more

than what i have.

The greif there is

in contradiction, and

the hurt there is

in not being enough.

But to want more

is to be human, and

it is in being human

that we love.

So I will take

what it is you give, and

hope and pray

I will want

naught more than you.