Hot Fudge Sundae in the Desert

A Hot Fudge Sundae in the Desert
by: Lyndal Spirit
Copyright: Dreaming DaVinci Productions 2009

Like the howling winds, with no humidity to cool them.Sand blows back and forth over my body tearing at my flesh.I am craving, I am starving, each day I strive if only to survive another day.I thirst for something refreshing, something spiritual, something smooth.Something to cool my burning skin, something to replenish my hungry soul.

I search endlessly hoping for a moment in the comfort of shade.I leave tracks of emptiness that are erased with each howl of the hot gusting winds.I watch for scorpions and snakes keeping faith I will not be bit.I have wondered for many miles not trusting myself for I have seen many illusions.The mirages of a man desperate can seem real only for a moment in time.There! She lay in the darkened area of the palms, Relaxing and enjoying the day’s sun.She smelled of exotic oils and glistened as if she were made of crystal.

Hair rolled over her face and shoulders like fudge over a sundae.Skin the color of mocha ice cream. Eye’s like two drops hazel nuts.She was tempting, I didn’t know if she was real. Everything I needed to survive was her.I slowly walked up knelt down and touched the coolness of her soft skin.

I tasted the oils of her body as she cooled my hurting soul for the moment.I ate of her fruits and let her cream rest the burning desires of my spirit.I dipped in the pleasures of her replenishments and drank of her knowledge.

I called her with moans of satisfaction, desperately I grasped for more of herCool, wet, smooth comfort from the death and despair of the desert sun.Hours must have passed I watched as she pleasured in the viewing of her admirer.

Slowly she started melting away, soaked up by the burning desert sand.The sun’s ray’s beat down on me hard, the thirst was overwhelming.I reached and tried to hold on as she smiled and faded into nothingness.Leaving me broken, alone, helpless and forgotten.

I can remember thinking to my self.It’s like a hot fudge sundae, left in the middle of the desert.It will replenish only for a moment, but you will be even thirstier when it’s gone.

I never remembered how I survived; I don’t remember anything about how I got there.I remember only the sounds and the sanctuary I had for a time.Love can be nothing, but a hot fudge sundae, In the middle of the desert.