“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.