As I feel the touch of you blowing on me with the wind. I become engulfed in your dry, sandy arms as I hang my head in defeat. Defeated by your unnerving desire to cover me from head to toe. Coloring my world in muted tones. Understanding there is no need for extravagant bursts of color. You are all that lies before me, around me.
Humbly, I welcome the rough advances of a harsh, overwhelming love. As I brush off my dusty heart, it begins to beat again in rhythm to your swirling dances under the dusky sky. Today and always, you will be the work of art I long for.
My beautiful “Dust Storm” I love you so. You are taking the air that surrounds me, smothering me in your overwhelming fury. I cannot breathe, your love is completely consuming me. Today and always, you will be the work of art I long for.