How do the blossoms bloom without desire?

When will we just slow down enough to see the stars we are in each others eyes?

The taste in the back of your throat

As sweet and vital as sap to a tree

I listen carefully to the streetcars dancing past

The rumbling past, the fast moving feet of

The movers and shakers of the world

See me oh strong vibrant man standing there next to me

While I sit and observe in delicious lustful abandon

…for I am that which is achieved at the end of desire

When will the Children of the Rainbow glisten with their erotic magical endeavors forever?