Coming down,descending,
filled with love,
unconditional,twisted.
Yet,
succumbing to your presence,
your call,
your needs,
becomes the most sweetest fruit...
Your Don Juan lips...
seduce my vision.

but now ...
our love becomes the ultimate...
ambiguity;contradiction...
of Love and Hate...
living in the same place.
Eden and Desert,
I am walking on the line,
but ,I find myself,
each day,
wanting to step into...
fertility,love.
I want to go,
where we stare upon the stars.
Holding,loving...
with the will of our voices...
and eyes.

But you,you are far...
far caught in the depths of the desert,
staring at the sun.
With your back turned,
I see you...
mesmerised by the sun's mirage
of a luscious garden.

I call each day for you,
but you turn and burn me,
bite me
with your hot,reptile eyes...

but,each time you turn,
I see your Don Juan lips,
and feel your vision kiss
and I call again;in temptation...
in love...
in all properties of our vast dominions...
we were once one.

But,to ,feel again,
those stars...on those lips,
those dreams...of that kiss,
those hot,reptile eyes;surrendering...
to the function that only man
and woman can serve.
that could not be a lie...
it had to be real.

REMEMBER ME...

-Jill Duly