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
