Lust and the other one

As lust as i have been
I am scene, the sin of a beautiful fire
The trauma in between
Letting go and chasing a desire
Having stayed in the living rooms of minds,
And slouched in their couch, i can say
As lust as i am, they can’t yearn another way.

For me, it is different;
naught for imagination.
What i want, i want.
When i thirst, i thirst
for the garden of books,
for the pages of flowers,
for water that wets appetite

Leonell