Lust

Lust

I've seen a thousand years

of lovers' deep silences

battle cries

and whispering winds that tell

down through the savagery

in the tears of passion's sweat

lies all that there is to know

the spear can become the staff

the first time's red may become war paint

under millennia of blood red moons our choice remains the same

whether to follow the blood that boils

or give in to the blood that burns

September 14, 2003

Tressa Lee Breen