poem with no face

I desire I guess
something like water
floats, with such a force
I can´t be no sailor
I can´t be no savior

I desire I guess
something that washes
machine turnning
my head up side down
I can´t have no coins
I can´t be paid no coin

I desire I guess
smoke in the air
my cigarrete burnning
my fingers are yellow
I can´t be no red
I can´t be no green

I desire I guess
salads and kiwis
farms and rain
me, the farmer
I can´t be no worker
I can´t be no lover

I can be I guess
your desire