The Will To Want

© Ben Burton Feb 5, 2014 I view beauty with desire But am seen through abstract eyes Which begats a mystery For I don't try to be that kind The shattered pieces in my wake As tea leaves wither in the brine Leave only scarves to pacify The punctured seal can't be revised No posturing through symphonies With trebled horns, but for the one That is and was and shall remain While hearts still beat and rivers run Should I not come before I go Indulgence can't be quantified For every itch that is not scratched Becomes a casualty to time Yet, with decorum I imbibe Without deception at the core Or abrogation of the vow Unto myself, no spawn of spore And without mirror to reflect The bounder from a boundless shore Inspectors at the terminals Will fruitlessly try to record But DNA will not impeach The gene which flawlessly imparts Abilities to cherry-pick The naivete of hopeful marks So, to ourselves we need be true From courtesan to bon vivant And though restraint may be pursued It will not kill the will to want