Desire

 

A snake of desire

would not likely stop

at a bite of an apple

It needs to coil around a tree and

cuddle with some feedback

or unleash in a river of force

with no hope to return

 

A sudden vent

would do

for a burst of flame

A slow and uprising crush though

need to be kissed in moonlight of serenity

subside ever so slightly

in the tide of dreams

 

There are so many streams

of tickles itched to be redirected

It is not a sea that could hold

the destiny