i have watched the two
of them love each other,
from too far away
for far too long
they stand, struck
by a venomous paralysis
inflicted by the fanged promises
he begged her to make. she made them to him,
because she wanted him to make them to her
but that was in the jungle, when they both were younger
when they both had a little too much sacred acid in their bellies
and adulthood was a struggle
now their love is stuck in the dunes
everything has changed
but still the same sand
no end in sight
anything that grows here
is sharp and puts up a fight
their conversations are a barren, cracked plain
they tread carefully, fear bespoke
her mother's back already broke
watching them love each other
has been like watching two north poles try to make the other south