You slipped like sand
Out my grasp

As I clambered after you,
Looking for your grains,
In the sand hurricane,
What was I to do?

The desert consumes,
Hot sand all around.

An illusion of paradise is but a glimmer.

All is awkward, and out of place,

My thirst and crave for more,

Parched, disregarded,
On your sanded desert floor.