A desire or two

Browbeaten and bottled up

Secured safely, archived in the cellar

Lost sight and forgotten

Under the dusty layer of clay.

A hankering rambler

Wanting to quench

Opened the window of the cellar

Taking a sneak peek

Into the watering hole, well arrayed.

Entering the dark corners

Damp and musty

Stirring the long trapped

Air inside

The wanderer found his quay.

The tightly shut cover

Loosening its grip wanting to breathe

Got a whiff of the vintage spirits

Intoxicated and provoked

Nudged the lid away.

Losing the cover

Laid bare the desires

No longer caged and bedevilled

Leapt out of control

Slid and had their way.