Your smug
exhausts me.
Wasted,
under desert skies by
stagnant waters reflected
in your shades, and--
I had to shake you.
And whence the dust had loosened
from cracks
like earth
beneath your skin,
I was afraid
and fled from mine.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem