DESIRE FOR PLEASURE

Like the flames of the fire, engulfing with desire.
Like the streams of the river, flooding with desire.

She sits in the corner of the room, with a face of a flower.
I call her again in numbness of the flames and of the streams,
They mix crying, “pleasure” in the chain of surroundings unfolding before me.

Like the water on the petal, she slides down on her mantle.
Like the flower in the fields, she quickly yields.

The calling for the sensation have to wait.
Because the older the work, the feelings get wet.

Anytime, we may realize that which is near future.
Then we can feel for the first time, what is like to be in the future.

We are in the future! The numbness runs through our entire soul.
And the gardener sprinkles from the hose pipe on the flower to do a soul.

The future and the futuristic thoughts are the past of the present now.
The hope for not for the last or least is the part of the present now.

Like the painting on the wall, she sits on my fall.
I say to her, “I can but it’s all”.

She moves and leaves from the corner of the room with the face of a flower.
I call her again, in pleasure “lets have it all again” with desire.