Language

Language is not only of the tongue
It exists in the wind that caresses dry desert sands
in the company of a shallow, golden moon.
Simple eyes lust over the language of
flame’s forbidden intricacy.
Where heartache of the earth replenishes its burnt,
brittle seed in teardrops of morning dew.
There came a time when poetry and lust
Nurtured the language of man

Reviews

[roarke]

hmm, transcendence. This is a great line:
Where heartache of the earth replenishes its burnt,
brittle seed in teardrops of morning dew."

On the other hand, this line seems awkward. I get the intent, but the wording or phrasing seems confusing.
Simple eyes lust over the language of
flame’s forbidden intricacy."

You are developing a savvy concise style of writing. Nice stuff.

[kylie]

Maybe it is just the break in the sentence... I meant for it to mean simple minds are enthralled by simple, perhaps wrongful musings.

[Distantview]

A lyrical and poetic write. Quite imaginative!