WHEN LUST TURNS TO DUST

WHEN LUST TURNS TO DUST Look in the mirror and tell me how, you loved me then, but don't love me now? The face you loved, upon once you gazed, through a clouded veil of lustful haze! You view me now with veil lifted. You view me now, quite inquisitive. When lust turns to dust, to no avail, To what would inspire this aging male? What once thou loved, replaced with disdain, What once excites now becomes the mundane! WordPlaya, March 2009