I tried long to forget it.
Silky skin and smile.
I'd sooner turn my lovers lust in for a barren desert mile.

I pour the water from my lips.
To grow her gardens' rose.
I'd hang from my neck and let the vultures peck if you'd just let me go.

I grew up in the void.
Neither high or low.
In the desert air under a heap of sage where the lonely people roam.

Silence I learned to love.
Never others like me.
When I saw her face and no words came she just felt naturally.

We married in the spring.
I kissed her wary for the ember.
We were tenderness, a fiery hot mess that would burn out by December.

Her likeness to the seasons.
So often she would change.
As if my loves' affection were coyote on the mange.

She had a borrowed heart.
Her green eyes made me shiver.
Test the length of the rope and the fall from the oak.
But not the onset of her blizzard.