Lust


Lust, a divine evil, perilous and frivolous am I the one whom lies
in the
black with my back towards the shadow of the waking dawn as my
eyes absorb the allure of the
still visible moon waning in the sky,
beautiful is it with a pale blue crescent
;Eternal as the world has been
yearning for it's contact, but
never touching;Forever afloat
in the space and flow of time, I look up towards the sky.

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