Lover's Wasteland (Updated)

He loved the thought of her.

she was born in his mind,

of simple dimensions she was cast.

His life was a lonely climb

from the valleys of his youth,

across the sleeping prairies

of his hunter days.

He followed the call of instinct,

cresting on the tide of
 
the heat seeking missile of his loins,

through faceless anonymity,

a sea of meaningless encounters

oceans of one night stands.

Giving silent witness to his bachelorhood,

his contemporaries fell by the way,

one by one taken to the marriage bed

fallen soldiers victims of feminine prey.

(And) no one could tell him
 
that he only loved the thought of her
 
the image he carried in his head...