longing for desert

he or she was longing for desert, for the life-defying sun rays, through every bodily tissue as a deadly passion.
he or she would not return. ever. in quest for the desert. there is no absolute encounter. nor fulfilment of the longing. much longing, no fulfilment. the vaster longing, the deeper desert.

One day, in quest for the desert, and without return.

the dream spreads swiftly like a final wildfire. Afterwards, the dream rains heavily like a final deluge.
and the dream dreams the dreamer, through every bodily tissue. my dream is a very primitive animal, with massive jaws looking for primitive flesh.
I cannot scream from within the dream or the animal. the open mouth of the dreamer cannot scream nor yell as a primitive force should do...
you might not care but you do care and your skin burns in quest for the desert, without desert... you have plenty to loose. the more, the more.