Dryland, wasteland, where nothing ever grows, except some palm trees and a little lake in far away oasis. A place from where you need to run like hell, otherwise it will swallow you and everything you own.
And suddenly you have the impression that you see something in the distance, something so pure, so marvelous, that it cannot exist. It cannot exist on earth and only angels could have seen it.
It is a small rose, a blood red one. So tiny and delicate, that any harder blow of wind might tear its roots apart and take it away.
You cling to this image and you start moving towards it, or finally you have the chance for something better than only sand and death.
And you advance bit by bit but the rose seems to be moving away from you at the same time.
The need turns to lust, the lust to desperation and you start running like your life would depend on it.
But the rose does not want to be owned, for fear that she might be hurt. And it vanishes bit by bit from your view.
The tremendous effort finally knocks you over and you fall face to the ground.
The illusions of her still remains though……..
Cumandfornication 