Lost Love Begins

A Desert Song

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

Love lingers where lust begins again

Over the buried souls of sands fine grandeur

Author's Note

Desert life and love

Reviews

[Tori Jones]

Well penned, greatly expressed...Good job...

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Tori,
Thank you so much for your interest in my poem. I appreciate it. Have a great day. Earl

[Tori Jones]

No problem...