All day long you offer up your parched heart to a cruel sun,
Your soul splitting itself upon stinging shards of desire.

With empty mouth and empty arms, holding tight to nothing,
Pulling always in the most painful direction: desire.

Memories mingle in a corner of your mind’s eye;
Muttered curses and love songs, a mashed up sludge of desire.

The soft tendril of a whispered sweet nothing teases you;
Coiled around you, it slowly suffocates. Like smoke, your desire.

All you ever wanted is out there, ripe for the picking,
But is it out there waiting to be tasted by your desire?

The smartest way to escape the arrows of desire is
To desire only what you already have: fool desire –

Long not for the mountain but the valley that cradles you
As you gaze at the sky. There you will be safe from desire.

While you’re busy burning for some Greener Place, this fire
Devours the threads of Fate until all that remains is desire.