dust lust

“LOVE IS NOTHING BUT LUST MISSPELLED” DAN SIMMONS searching, seeking my sweetheart ripple effect of the tide splashing gently on my feet gazing at you down the bay standing, your face to the sun heart beating against my chest relishing love’s newest form smiling tenderly, weak knees your silhouette stretches high my hands reach out, thin air enveloping the aura leaving a trail of dust lust alone, but together here surrounded by lush beauty your eyes read into my soul slowly walking towards hope