Love is a desert
consumed by heat
whose greedy sun tears tears from weary ducts
only to burn them away in perverse joy
The contradictory coolness of nightfall
lulls with false comfort
before deepening into harrowing chill
Illusory oasis beckons false deliverance
luring hope blind eyes between dunes
erect against horizon after horizon
eternal in unaffected perfection.
In the deep desert
the pieces of a broken heart
Rise like sand in the throat
choking sorry sobs into silence.

01/03/2005