IS THIS DESIRE?
Joseph walked on and on.
The sunset went down and down.
Coldness cooled their desire,
and Dawn said, 'Let's build a fire'.
The sun dressed the trees in green
and Joe said, 'I feel like a king'
and Dawn's neck, and her feet were bare
sweetness in her golden hair.
She said, 'Im not scared'
He turned to her, and smiled
with secrets in his eyes
the sweetness of desire
Hour by hour, may we two stand
when we're dead, between these lands.
The sun set behind his eyes
and Joe said, 'Is this desire?'