Desire-for-Art

I've lost my heart in the burning sand, among the dunes. A bright sun shines right upon it, brighter than your gaze ever was when you laid your eyes upon me. I am the bastard son  of Neptune, the child of the waves. I come crawling, full of algae, rejected by the sea, by the land, by you. I've lost my heart among dunes so empty, emptier than your soul, emptier than your gaze.