Idiosyncrasies

Stranded with lost love, the idiosyncrasies connect, like constellations in galaxies yet to be seen, deprived, deranged, disembodied emotions drift disconcertingly into each others night. Fasting on the fruits of each others use to be labors, the loins of desire become prey to temptations succulent hunger for lustful delicacies. Astray they've stayed prudently, pampering, one another's ego, guided by their ideology of serendipitous sanctuaries stranded on a wayward island one too many nautical moons away from reality, begast at last the relics of yesteryears imprudent mis happenings dwindle to nothing like the eparescent tropical breeze bombarding the sails of their makeshift raft Arise the whys of untold byes on a disenthused daunting cruise, body languages serinate one anothers touch, likening the waves elegantly blending in the hearts of two promiscuous passengers propagating subtle maybes lost in the Seas of what use to be. At last the seas of the past disintegrate into the star soaked sky, the waves start to pitter patter against the sandy rock littered shore like two lovers anxst driven heartbeats, shining seamlessly through freedoms imperfections, as if to give an oman of suggestion that a challenge awaits but love will see them through it.