Wednesday, June 29, 2016

a land without rain ii

i crave the rain
like i crave the release of your body

we dig in the anemic brown dust
raped of richness by the endless sun
and it swirls in clouds around me
stinging in my eyes
begging for even one tear

the wind blows, occasionally
brings the sticky scent of moisture
taunting my breath
my body taught with need for it
but no rain comes

and we dig
enough graves for all my lovers

and the dust swirls

how long oh Lord
how long?

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