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“Across the Sand’s Dune”

I sleep in a bed full of scorpions.
I weep needles out of my eyes.
I taste the desert in my mouth
                   When I wish to kiss.
I waste myself on a million lies.

I hear the rattlesnake shake.
I fear the shadows of the cold.
I make love to a cactus tree
                   When I wish for bliss.
I take pyrite for gold.                                                                                   photo taken from Wikicommons                                                               

I prowl, restless, with the wolves.
I howl my hunger at the moon.
I hate my yearning for sweet rain
                       When I wish for this.
I wait for you across the sand’s dune.

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