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

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Seven Minutes in Heaven.

She said,
"Lay down and
let's look at the stars and
about all the places
there are,"
I almost told her,
"I'd rather look at you
I wonder where you are and
where you've been and
what's under your skin and
how can I get there--
Those deep blue
tide pools
where crustaceans
find heaven
where doe eyed teens
count to seven:
The number of minutes
I want to spend in
space with you."


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