Desire 1

Desire is in the yield,
Of man's lush green field.
Desire is in the light,
Braille gives to those without sight.
Desire is in the din,
Of the prayers of the devout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the bang,
Of the guns of the gang.
Desire is in her cries,
And her faithful's white lies.
Desire is in the grin,
Of the pesky corner lout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the chatter,
When children heap and scatter.
Desire is in the lake,
When circles on ice we make.
Desire is in the tin,
Of the kettle's shapely spout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the sniff,
And hitting the cliff.
Desire is in the taste,
Of the forbidden paste.
Desire is in the sin,
Of the model's pout.
It is what brings her in.
It is what takes her out.