Desire

Is desire wild,
instinct,
base?

Does it scare,
linger a moment,
and bolt?

Only a memory,
only an instant.

Is it carnal,
passion,
raw?

No cage can hold it,
master tame,
or teacher train.

And where you do not find it,
it is not there.

I'm not posting the other poems on account that they suck.

Came home from soccer early today, cause the instructor had a personal emergency and had to vamoose. So no assessment till later date.