"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, February 11, 2011


I want
to wake up
to your sleepy eyes
and cutsie bed head.
I want
to watch
our fingers, bodies, and smiles
get tangled together.
I want
to wish
for old age
to scoop us up.

I guess
we'll have to
wait and see.


  1. All three poems are strong. You are very skilled at pulling the key images...and best of all: you are not boring!

  2. Nice one JB. This one could have evolved into a short story.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."