#Desert
Ample is the rising sun That alights the furthest mountain… A carmine drape upon every hill— Exciting the birds to warble. Ample, too, is the evening sun
Seizuring so as if escaping from f… You awoke suddenly near about midn… Then rolled over meeting my body h… By instinct, drew nearer and kisse… Your cheek, always soft, nestled a…
Thy being’s grace Is pleasant to behold - As beautiful as The jacaranda When its blooms
Love is many, Water is many And flows aplenty But Fire is one And consumes until gone All but purity.
Keep your vigil, whispers of gray— Speak of what I do understand. Assault the evil glare of day; It doesn’t speak for my heart – Rather for the city made of stone
My heart is an empty jardiniere Receptive to flowers and affection… By your wayward glances, I could… There is a festering attraction But speak up bravely; be not passi…
Good morning, fair cardinal— How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue.
Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know
A rose gave up her secret Of its origin – of its beauty – In the shadow of her crescent— Fiercely hushed once to me. She told me of a plan of love
Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past
An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my life That must stay buried in my heart— What a terrible truth! It dances on my tongue
Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder
Rabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbow Gazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known. Gibraltar is the dock
I’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun— Changing into colorful shrouds— Lumping from many into one. Their most compatible friend—
Flowers in the desert Vibrantly grow forth In yellows and purples Despite the salty Earth And when I think about