Turning

If you could catch my mind,
You may notice how thoughts unwind
Full of longing, lust and want;
Feast on them, love, before they
Crumble into dust.

As sure as the day rises,
This heart brims with red desire;
Alchemy is your magic,
Transmuting baser instincts
Into durable gold,
Bright and distinct.

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