desire

desire

is

as sweet

as wine, like

amritam

p

o

u

r

e

d

in

to

gold goblets

away by their little dents from deadly toasts

hidden

their little

dents

from

deadly toasts

guised

under endless

void

-like promises

promises ,

circling around you

making you

dizzy,

I may be addicted

addicted to this ravenous feeling

of always wanting

more than I can,

more than I have,

more than I can afford to lose

a gamble

of life

on love

on pools of money

into a gold goblet that will never quench its thirst

hungry for the

power,

for the mind

-stealing,

self

-consuming desire

enveloping you in its

madness to win,

and give in to being sealed and sent away

or to lose