Lust For Love

One of those crazy days

Between espresso pulls

And whipped cream mochas,

Thinking about all the people

Lusting for love

Caught up in the dusty rust of

Lust perfectly disguised as the other,

And I wonder if we would be here

If not for the driving force gurus

And philosophers try teach us to

Overcome,

And I realize we like to turn the

Natural into the unnatural

And threaten those who don’t

Fall into line with fires and

Worse,

Then your new photo arrives

A five pillow picture if ever there

Was one,

And you’re confused and I’m

Infused with every angle looking

Better,

I’m absorbed by your eyes my feet

Waving to a crowd of none

Drawn in is it lust or love

Or simply a must return to

Somewhere I don’t

Remember.

Stephen Nesbitt ©