In the Deep

Desire
is a roadmap.
The shortest route
to things I covet.

The pursuit
of
objets du desir.
Today, it becomes
the pursuit
of happiness.

I swim in the shallows,
I know.
I have depths
you couldn't begin
to explore.

I want.
To bottle beauty.
To capture seconds.
To taste the tartness
of an orange sun
on my tongue.

Why contain
lust
to the flesh?
Let it loose.
In shop windows.
On web portals.
On sidewalks.
And rude bazaars.

Let me touch.
And feel.
Sexy touchscreens.
Complex lenses.
Fresh pages.
Soft linen.
4 inch heels.
Let me own.

Desire,
mostly delectable.
Desire,
when
for its own sake.
Desire,
lovely
as snakeskin.
As rich,
as wrong.

But where
ever
was the fun,
In anything
that was
ever
right?