A dream of the Desert

He lingered on the balcony for a while. From where I stood I could see his smile sunken in some sort of pleasant nostalgia as if his mind was replaying a memory from another life. His short dark hair was still in the sublte breeze. His lips were full like those of a girl and sometimes gave the illusion that he was whispering to someone. As I was watching him I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and pity. He had the traits that all creatures of solitude share. His eyes were lost in a crimson road that lead into the horizon. he had somewhat the posture of an acient god of the desert. His skin seemed of bronze as though for milennia it was bathed in the suns gentle caress. From underneath the skin, waves of granite seemed to hold it patiently together. Small rivers of light reflected from the drops of water on his body. I watched charmed as he sat down on. From afar I could distinguish two tattoos that were flowing liquidly on his body each time he moved. It was such a confusing experience just being there following him move. He had this sad, strange beauty, like a tamed leopard. he had majesty and a sense of tranquil pride that somehow were melted into an unknown submission. I felt sad myself for a second. I knew I had nothing to give to him. These creatures rarely fall in love for one of us and if they do it is usually out of politeness. As sunlight grew dimmer he got up and blew a kiss into the wind. He closed his eyes and smiled. His lips were curved with the content of a child in his mothers arms. And then he got back in the house like in any other evening. I stood there for a moment and i actually hated him. I loathed the idea that he was to me...unreachable. But then, my love, my hate; they both passed away unoticed flowing rapidly into forgetfullness, as they always do with me.