How long, br should it matter br or is it just desire br out-living performance? br br They lay beneath desert moon br Turning toward the past br Placing blame on the: br Sand-blind -eyes br Heart in bind br Face in frown br Idle arms br Bridled mouth br Now, passion upsurges! br br His arm surrounds her waist br His eyes gleam lust as br Both relax in shade br Hands stray br Poetry awakes br Passion stirs: br male drone takes scent of br sweet nectar -filled orchid; br Fluttering, humming, and br pulsating to the sound of wings- br then performs magnificently. br br looking down into the face br of her newborn babe hushed br against her bosom suckled br feeding warm-sweet -milk. br Douse in delight, completing br one another as warm cream br fills the void. br Her oasis, br Her sanctuary. br Their safe heaven to br Dwell repeatedly. br br br [this is a 2nd edition,1st written in the raw 2004 when my years of journaling morph into poetry.