B.. Alexander


The Desert


What are we, without our make-believe breeding
Who am I, if it's not you that I'm feeling
We're out of time, no longer aligned
You lie resigned, my words; declined

Now what I need; just feels like greed...

What point is there, if this evening's dry
No sweat escaped, no sparkling eyes
Just some feed, followed by some sleep
You barely see what I dread to keep

But what I need; just feels like greed...

So when did it become
A party with no invitation
When were we locked out
Of the passionate celebration

Now what I need; just feels like greed...

How much longer will we walk here
In the blazing sun with no water
How much longer can I just lie here
This appetite, unsatisfied beside her

But what I need; just feels like greed...

(2007)

Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 21, 2011
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