It's what we need
more than the air we breath.
The fantasy entices us
with thighs and sighs
and dreamy looks,
and Champagne sips
kissing with our eyes.
And you're in love
and I'm in love;
we're both of us
in love with us;
in love with
being in love.
But love leaks out
on desert sands
and in the sun
it dries away,
and digging where
we saw it lie
and dying of our thirst
we die
because all that's there,
we find,
is a stain,
as on a shroud is found
where a corpse had lain.
on desert sands
and in the sun
it dries away,
and digging where
we saw it lie
and dying of our thirst
we die
because all that's there,
we find,
is a stain,
as on a shroud is found
where a corpse had lain.
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