There is lust in the desert. There is the warm sensual touch of the turquoise sea. There is a clash of youth and age, even within myself. I feel like I have lived here for centuries. This place suits me like an ant in sand.
Some people are peculiar in their habits.
Some people get off on big words. Big words don't belong in this place. Maybe that's why they hang like forbidden fruit from the lips of those that utter them. Perhaps that's why we go skinny dipping under the shrunken light of an eclipsed moon and howl obsenities at the comet. Fish sleep in the water.