Relish all heats Dusted as a kaleidoscopic long drive.
A wanderlust’s scattered anecdotes – some lived,
some heard, few imagined, most happened.
Don’t read my ideas on love,
if you haven’t lied for love.
Been raised and ravaged by your love.
It will not excite those for whom
relationships are only about
conformity, sacrifice, wooing and pining.
It may even offend.
But if you have love’s every labour lived
hurt to lust, heat to dust
a chord will strike, warming memories
hidden, lost, forgotten…
to be dusted and owned again.