desire
not the desire that everyone supposedly thinks about,
when man meets woman and supposedly fireworks launch,
but simply desire that stirs you to get up
and work at something ceaselessly because
somewhere it meets your soul mid-way and
you can't get enough,
often solitary, the mind, the body, the spirit
meld with this desire that makes life
worth living, gives meaning, but
finding it is another thing indeed
amongst the old papers blowing in the wind,
the cacophony of voices and rustle of ancient
strands of DNA echoing in caves,
find me desire and I will find
happiness.
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