Ouch!
Skull nearing dry
The feet blazes – gravely.
Body's kelvins proliferate – without a say
BP vetoes surging pulses
Could it be fear, of lifelessness?
Into the desert:
My voice is a squeak – dewatered
My vapour’d soften corn.
Sweat as gush;
Until it sketches contours so definite
Frail white as though scales
On the pale, subtle skin.
Into the desert –
Joy is seldom heard of
Yet –
Spirits are undeterred
I’d be a desert voyager,
Just to reach you:
My love!