The desert opened up her arms to me
and it was the color of a bruise
pink and blue
yet still could see your changing face
the way eyes in the mountains
watch from a distance the size of god
then,
close enough again
to answer to the caves we left in one another
quiet drives leading to another end
a silent pursuit to fill with sand
It is here the graves of our ancestors are warm
their bones spell out to say:
love laid to rest will rise again in the spring
(The way the desert flower will collect dew
and tell no one)
and this is the way I love you
this is the way I love you
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
The desert opened up her arms to me
and it was the color of a bruise
pink and blue
yet still could see your changing face
the way eyes in the mountains
watch from a distance the size of god
then,
close enough again
to answer to the caves we left in one another
quiet drives leading to another end
a silent pursuit to fill with sand
It is here the graves of our ancestors are warm
their bones spell out to say:
love laid to rest will rise again in the spring
(The way the desert flower will collect dew
and tell no one)
and this is the way I love you
this is the way I love you
