Unscratched

I know what 
not certain who
I know where
not certain when 
it’s the why
that I don’t 
it’s the why 
that startles me
and starts me 
chasing desire down 
the rabbit hole 
like a ferret 
desire to catch 
and then consume 
and to discard 
emerging now victorious 
no less sated
I shall dismiss 
this devilish why
it’s an itch
best left unscratched