Smooth desire….

Found a flame to scourge the soul,
Tear off its timidity,
Bore deep searching holes,
Find those jewels and gold,
My Midas touch on things….
The reason to craving rings,
King on my conscious paradise,
Where all folly and games begun,
Here where senses plan,
A feather to raise the faintest quiver,
Land on lips with the gentlest humor,
Looking into the eyes of those, who swim in pools.
Who violate the innocence of water,
With their beauty.
Who fall in love with fools,
But still enjoy in laughter.
A pretty chatter.
They that burn like furnaces,
Take forever to calm down and cool
down their pleasure.
Those still with adventure in their blood,
Few have learned to tame them.
Few have had the real game.
Pitying hunters!
Cage them for exhibition.
So rare to be considered a delicacy,
They that have eyes and do not see.
Pass blindly the bearers of beauty.
Qualities passed down from generations.
Pass down liberation,
To be comforted by artificial things.
What of this which comes on its own?
Of what it brings,
The seasoned have trained disguise,
To hide well behind a smile,
To place a price,
On priceless things like these.
A smooth desire to want yours,
To have yours admired.
Inspired to have the ear of desire,
Warn it where not to,
Or who not to go to.
Placed it where it can be seen,
Make wonder how I came to it,
That it is possible,
To breathe in all the air, and fill your lungs with it.