What do YOU desire?

Desire

I am a man of desire—And in my pursuit I grew thirst. 
My eyes poured over a water bottle 
shackled by ice. 
The vessel’s glisten was quite chilling, 
and my sand-swept tongue hardly found 
relief 
from the alternative: metal fountain dribble. My $2 
exchanged for 16 fluid ounces made my 
piece complete.

   (A girl and her limp child drink something brown
   for another year).

I am a man of desire—And how I desire! 
For the angels to dust the ground beneath her 
every step. 
She is a beauty even among angels. To dwell 
long in her gaze is more euphoric than the sun’s warmth, 
deep orange 
just before it sets. She sets my senses 
ablaze.

   (A 12 year-old girl is boared by a frenzy of sagging skin
   and heavy bone. Occasionally they call her beautiful).

I am a man of desire—And I replay in my mind
the ecstasy of competition. The bang of my heart,
a wrecking ball to bricks. 
To be exalted—Champion! Adrenaline
ruptures through my being, the crowd a resounding 
gunshot.  

   (A boy soldier replays the muffled wail of his mother
   and sisters, and pummels the leech of his memory with
   gunshots).
 
I am a man of desire—And I desire for my
desire to die,
lest it be the desire of Christ. Fill me,
desire of Christ—

   “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, 
       because he has anointed me
       to preach good news to the poor.
    He has sent me to proclaim freedom
     for the prisoners
       and recovery of sight for the blind,
    to release the oppressed,
       to proclaim the year of the Lord’s
     favor.”