your desert eyes

sandy wastelands all their own

i see myself in your desert eyes

dry, red, scratched by overdue fingers

longing to bury themselves in your skin

golden sand dunes, pools of honey

a thirst that isn’t readily quenched

i listen for your much too familiar song

a ghost drifting through sandy white ruins

oasis water drips down your bronze cheeks

casting fragmented light across your lips

and it storms in the desert one final time

lightning strikes gritty sand, fire in the sky

leaving only a glass monolith to recognize

the dying embers of a newly flooded sea