"What Has No Name"

I am consumed by wanting,
Although for exactly what, I am uncertain.
Maybe it's just a craving for life,
A need to feel truly alive.

I feel as if a wild animal exists inside me,
Scratching and screaming,
Trying to claw its' way out.
I call it passion, but it's more like poison.

It makes me restless,
As one confined in a cage,
With just enough space to pace, back and forth,
Along the bars, waiting for a chance to escape.

I know that it will come,
That day I will run free,
But not until I find the words, to tame, what has no name.
Only identification will bring peace, and end its' torturing plea.

It's like a lion, roaring in the dark void of my mind.
My soul is beckoning me to find it, calling me into myself,
Daring me to search for the meaning of my existence,
Challenging me to define it.

It is a living fire within me,
One that cannot be extinguished,
And I am being incinerated,
By its' tempestuous flames.

The only time I get relief from its' wrath,
Is when I am with you;
In your presence, my soul feels at ease,
And my longing disappears.

I become anxious at the thought of leaving you,
Knowing, that like an old and familiar friend,
It will return, and I will feel as if I'm being eaten alive,
By this ravenous hunger, until I touch you once again.

With you, I want to do all those things,
Imagined, but not yet said.
I want to turn my animal loose on you,
Not holding anything back.

Will you let me come close enough to your heart,
To burn it with these scorching flames?
Are you brave enough to quell this beast within me?