The Dust

Something in the dust
must have made me trust
your gentle brown eyes,
eyes that disguise the
everything
that you are...
all the thoughts you think,
all the joy you seek,
as your heart beats,
rapidly for me.
I long to know what makes
you flow....
how did you get me to forget
the past I knew
and yet
accept the present?
something in the dust
must have made me
think of you,
long for you,
ache for you,
want to kiss you,
need to be near you.
Something in the dust...
the way you say my name,
the way we came,
together
explosively,
excessively,
intensly,
Something in the
dust!