Desire

Desire is no light thing.
My trunk of desire is now almost overflowing.

On the top there is the hope to go to a faraway land,
to be more of what I think I want to be.
Little to the left is the dream to own the ingots.
To revel in it and rub it on others.
On the right is the hope that I'd get to caress those silver.
Look into those eyes and give myself to those lips.
If you look deeper, you'd see the long lost one.
To have joy and spread joy.

Maybe it's time to let some go.
Or maybe it's time get a new trunk.
Ah, desire is no light thing.

'Desire is no light thing' is a quote by poet Anne Carson. Found it here.