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

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Shake.

You freeze me in place at times,
your cool stare
judging
my slight, fidgeting movements.
I shake
because
I'm too afraid to step out of line;
You shake
because your body yearns
to pounce.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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