Cold drives two wayward hearts into embrace

Giddiness relentlessly blooms

Lovingly bodies in a summer twilight

In the sands of aged and youth

His cold hands have a home upon her buxom form

She prefers his chilled grasp to any other’s warm

Story-making lovers inventing tales

Of  worldly strangers passing by

Hear the global drum circle worshipped by lovely muses

As real world tensions evaporate

Kindred souls observe the ethereal sunset

This world, ever so briefly, is theirs

Night is falling perfectly

Into pores of youthful skin

The passionate two make love

Beautifully, on the envious Sands