Lost Love Begins

Lost love where lust begins to rise Relationships build on betrayals honesty Grown in the mushroom dark No one ever really knows their lover Or another persons heart Heavy where secrets sleep in hunger under cover Cursed men escape into the desert vacancy Soldiers parched, where no raging rivers run Wrinkled lips dry up with ancient wanderers Including their insides Skin turns to leather brown Warriors, dunes, live out the hour with them now Doomsday is right around the corner of a smile A tear tries to form but quickly dries Broken men dream with gushing rivers on the mind Sun baked with landscape misery Thirsty, scorched, craving a glass of water Lost on the sand to die Love flourishes on the morning afterwords Birds still sing in search for something nourishing Frantic storms lift their last gasp of air Sail on warm clouds of memory Laugh at men who used to grasp for flesh In pleasure for pleasures sake that past Lost on the dunes Under the unforgiving sun Other men still wander Wonder for ages yet to come How love lingers where lust begins again Over the buried souls of granular fine grandeur