There is a soothing pool,
Which with the driest dirt,
No man shall break its rule,
It stands to be assert,
As outlaws start to drool,
When these men hurry first,
They encounter their duel,
A man with crimson shirt,
To man he is no fool,
They try to make sure he is hurt,
By using deadly tools,
Some disguise to a friendly flirt,
To try to become cool,
But he does not attempt to lurk,
Cause they were very cruel…
A touchable divinity,
A scalable infinity,
The clay of which you are comprised
Was gathered in serpent's eyes.
In fightable solitude,
Dancing with dots of blue,
The very thing from which you ran
Protected your feet from the hot sand.
I feel deserted in this desert of loneliness,
Even though several people surround me,
Just lonely sand anywhere the eye can go.
I was aimless if not for your thought dear,
Your presence in my daily life's beautiful,
Like an oasis which is needed in a desert..
I am valuable for you & similarly you are,
Invaluable for one another we're lifelong,
Igniting warmer the feelings kissing lips...
there are no tall oak trees
or gray rainy days to distract from
just flashing smiles
and intertwined fingers
dancing in warmth.
sunshine souls made honest by the heat,
I want to spend my summertime
absorbing so much Vitamin D
that you can swallow me
like your morning pill.
Under the desert sky,
We shared our souls
As the hours passed by.
Looking up at the stars,
Embracing one another
in intertwined arms.
For, to you I gave a piece of me
And to me was given ecstasy.
We stayed up all night talking:
About our lives, past events,
And the things now occurring.
Though it felt like an illusion,
Your hand in mine assured me
It was no mere delusion.
Your cheek, brushing gently against mine.
Eyes closed, we held each other
As if there were no time.
No time. No time.
Though t'were as if the world stood still
As we sat upon that hill,
Time was no longer suspended
As, with the sunrise,
Our dream ended.
Keeps mosquitos away
The wind is picking up
No sound to be heard but paper crumpling rustle of aspens
A damn seagull squaks; only here
This is desert living
We have a porch
It kind of feels like heaven
Just the moon and lamplights
And pajamas with no undergarments Citronella smell
Skin no longer chapped
Weathered from my initiation
During the apex of summer when I read outside at midnight
No one to talk too
My mouth is sore from being shut
My brain spinning with thought
I'd talk to the stars,
Even they didn't show up
The desert skies of royal hazey colors
New grounds for me
For others discovered
Through long plight before me
Spirits endlessly struggling
Under the hazey royal indigo
The love songs of locusts
In the cool desert night
Croon to pale creatures
Parched by day’s light.
They’re nestled in their crannies,
Burrowed in the sand,
Perched upon thorn trees
In God’s arid land.
Listen to the sighing sough
Of wind rustled palms
As the wail in the sun’s passing
With fluttering arms.
See the moon seething saffron
Veiled faintly with a mist,
Scorched sands swirling senseless,
Wooing wind with is kiss.
Over night busses infused with the smell of pee and popcorn
Bright eyed, happy kids with grubby faces no tears in sight
Dusty chaotic little towns fully charged with life
A chance meeting with a wild character
Offers of an experience we couldn't refuse
We paid up
And sped off
Into the velvet of the night
Headlights and darkness wrestling in the dust
Then the dead of the desert
Night skies bursting with stars
Cheap box wine, sandwiches and chocolate
Chasing enormous moons
Magnified by the stark sun
Fluid shadows cast
Where waves once crashed
A barren emptiness
Holding so many secrets
Looking very closely
Oh, we did look closely
Evidence of ancient aquatic life
Chalk like ghosts set in the sand
Appearing only as the wind allows
Whale bones and rare blackened sharks teeth
There in the most arid place on earth
The Atacama desert Peru
Three days and nights we were out there hunting
Amongst the bashful bones of her prey
Hunting the formidable, elusive and extinct
M E G A L O D O N
Apex predator of the oceans
There in that parched sand
Clear signs of her hunting
But she remained unseen
Too modest to bare her beauty to this martian land
Waiting for the seas to rise
Maybe not for too much longer