Lust Poem by Mark Heathcote

He came across a landscape of dust
He thought it was a desert
Truly it was, it was a desert of lust
Love for the taking, his eyes avert
Not: his heart shielded his soul vacated
Signpost 'Damnation' straight ahead
Every flower bud mildew blighted
The life he'd known on its deathbed
He faced a reality checkpoint
One with no immediate return
What to do ask held at gunpoint
Should he yield, should he'd given in or spurn
What would you do or another like you, do?
Every flame has a tongue a fire
Calling us to dance fall in a gyre
Some might shout out! Stick to your virtue
Pitch your tent and drink like a camel
For that long journey ahead of you
Save your strength and reread your bible
Honestly count better your meagre, revenue.