At The Edge Of A Cliff

At ‘dusk’ I am still surviving at the edge of a emotional cliff

Since dawn the run was on

Trying to keep pace to rising expectations

Pulsating

Sweating

Latching on thin breath

I offered my entire being

Unconditional

In completion

The mirage called you

Lured me to deserts unknown

Thirsty desires

Lusting for the illusive drop

Whirlwinds

Dust storms

All chain reactions

Resisting the run

Undefeated spirit kept up the marathon

The sun of passions

Melted slowly

Evaporation of immense desires

Solitude is what rediscovered

As virtual remains of astounding lust...