Har Har.
Jokes.
Desire?

For me it’s urgent
Like apple trees
Know bees hunger
And pluck them from the air
When flowers ovulate

And it’s sometimes serious
No laughing matter

urge that
Tunnels
And must
Get
That
Morsel
Explosive
Singularity
And landing on Earth
Her breath warm on my neck

It’s kinda serious
Sometimes
If you want
To want
And keep wanting

And making light of
As is said
Has to be done
The sun started all this
Compulsion for reaching out and up
Finding where branches
Feel tickled
unfamiliar places

photons
Ride many wavelengths
warm
Harsh
Soft
Burning

As the light changes
Throughout