Luxuria

I am
the spark of danger that ignites in the pupil of the eye when it spots an attractive stranger

I live in the womb alongside creation.
I make men rise and raise nations.
I mold the fetus of curiosity that grows
and comes bursting from the bowels of innovation.

I am
the gardener who plants seeds of conflict
hose that waters the parched ground of contentment — a life without passion.

I am
the telemarketer that calls souls to action

I am
the hairdresser that weaves tracks of lies and the knee that separates sweaty thighs.

I am
the force that makes tongues enter nether regions and removes wedding bands for no good reason.
I dwell in each trust that casts out moral cares
and the misty depths of each affair.

I am
the war that broke Troy over Helen.

I am
the riches searched for by Magellan.

I am
the sinking sand that all sanity fell in

I can evolve from chaos to subdued beauty
and steal a picture perfect ending from the movies.
Evaporate like morning dew on the grass
and move on to a new victim just as fast.

I am
immortal

and change the trajectory of intentions like a portal.

You can reach me on the ground or in the mind.

What am I?