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we will always return to the desert

by Sophia Grace

centuries away and i will love
you still, birdlike, with a
cocked head and quick bright eyes.
i will hop delicately closer until a
sharp wind scatters me across canyons.

built of clay we stand tall but
brittle until the torrential rains
soak and flood the scrub-creosote floor,
veins swollen and rushing with life.

there is a brush fire inside of me.
i will rub myself with ash, trace
desperate reminders that we will be
born anew on the hollows of my abdomen.

come to me; our hands have fused
together, twisting, fingers clinging
like grapevines across a trellis.
and we will walk the earth until
we are patchy, well-worn velvet
skin and sun-bleached bones.

12/09/2008

Posted on 12/09/2008
Copyright © 2025 Sophia Grace

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/09/08 at 09:05 PM

Absollutely beautiful. So well done, and who would not take your hand and follow you anywhere?

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/10/08 at 01:46 PM

pretty as it gets. last line the sinker...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/10/08 at 04:09 PM

Dramatic analogies. Fierce steadfast love portrayed. Very expressive. I am putting this on my favorites list.

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