My eyes settle blue on boulders,
on the desert.
She doesn’t know I am here.
She doesn’t know how I watch her,
or how I crawl with
tortoise in patient crawl or
how I soar with her carnivorous
She is like woman,
all at once.
Her magic is dry and alive.
to hate is to love.
She acts like death
but her surface is in force.
Her dry stomach spreads thin.
Her hot mounds curve Earth.
Her treasured liquid leaks from
her spike covered fruit.
She is dangerous.
She does not fear exhausted corpse’.
She swallows inside out,
spits it out and keeps it
and when buzzards come
and when flies come
and when suns change course
she will suck dry
deep within her sand
in her desert forever.
Ok, this isn’t fair anymore lol Damn, I love the vibe of your poetry…right in my wheelhouse. We will definitely need to talk…and soon
Are you on FB? I like to IM with other writers etc…we bounce ideas off each other and inspire 🙂 lots of fun.
Yes, I am…that sounds cool!
I’d like to message you about a possible opportunity down the road…
sure yeah…my links are on my blog page
This is an outstanding poem. Hey nicely done.
Thank you friend!
What really intrigues me is the depth of imagination.
🙂 Much appreciate the comment!! Thanks.
She is immense, she is all. She is hidden life that comes in a flash and she is death.
I love this part of this poem, it is inspiring. 🙂 xx
Thanks for reading!
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How very evocative!