Desire

Desire

It burns like a torches’ flame
Lingers like a summer’s sunset
Flows like a mountain stream,
slipping through the fingers of the forest…
Feels like an august rain
Tastes like a bitter wild berry,
With all the alure of a lions’ mane

May often sound sweeter than a songbird’s
“Good morning”

But IT will forever be You

BTW, IT= desire...in case you didn't get that one