paths (lost, regained)

Moonlight.

Illumination.

Driving toward desire

The ever delicate,

all consuming,

love-lust.

Thinking about her touch

What she tastes like.

We're like those two lover's in the movie.

I the writer,

her the socialite.

The two of us

hustling

for something meaningful.

Something that's not loneliness.

Something like love.