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

Saturday, April 7, 2012

An Ache.

I ache
as I stare down
my street
wishing I'd see
dark hair
blue eyes
laughing at me
like he does.
I ache
when I think
of how long it's been
the touch
and feel
and smell
of skin.


  1. Heart rending. I've been there and this rings true. Great work, JB.


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