Purple Breach

Why is it that when one begins to feel for another

He must immediately seek satisfaction

Despite better judgement rush well into the open field barring his cause high up

Why is it that I run well into the dent of trouble

Eyes wide open still pushing forward like the endings of tomorrows

The desert is after all, not such a dry place when one travels by night

Or is perhaps that I am sick of the cold lonely nights

My skin, as white as it gets can’t tolerate the day’s scorching rays

Nevertheless I can but long for a healthy run under the yellow’ s crisp glare

The hunter’s moon, is a good friend

The soft owl and prowling feline companions, decent fellows

Heck I even enjoy the cold and thrills that comes with star hunting among the tree crowded woods

Still, it is lonely and perhaps my cause to remedy to this is the breach

Night sweats overflowing into day

A walking man on golden sands, dripping with countless evenings

I wonder, how might I stand this heat

Limbs and skin turning to a crisp under such glares

But I came willingly to this reality, hence where and when is my custom made day ?

When will it be my turn to soak up my surroundings

Glide with ease to a nearby oasis

Simply sit by the half sheltered water, singing sadly or happily to a bemused underwater muse

Look across the blue surface, she into the same delicate window

Mere mirage to us both when appalled by such temperature

One that is more likely to dissipate within the hour, leaving … what I often wonder.

Adam