Lust

Through the words of life,
we sit and gage in silence.
Wondering when the despair of hope will fade away
to the sound of love and tolerance of another soul,
takes the breath out of control.
The warm hearts fill the air
around the deep connection
left with no trace,
pondering the stillness of the beating heart
slowly time fades away.
From the foggy breath,
the lipstick shade of envy black
creates and agonizes the mind
of an open beating drum.
We all walk this path
hoping in someway to just adapt
together.