1998

FLOWERS

I'm touched
by a man who loves
flowers so much
that the women
he touches
become flowers.

I know
for I blossomed
under his body
and now I am
naked of beauty
and starving for rain.

Do you know
what it is to be
starving for rain?
All the world
burning, no
promises
anywhere.

Have you ever
passed through
a desert on fire?
Sage burning
like incense
perfumes
yet poisons
the air


6/27/98-2014