20 September 2003

A cloud over the sands

How many times I've been to the spring for water
Often I took along the next available vessel
Seldom did I take notice: all that mattered
was to deal with my thirst and find comfort
to combat the summer heat and the lack of rain
inherent to the desert.

A word from you has changed all that
A thick black cloud over the sands
menacing in other contexts, here you are
all promise
the moisture of your lips, the thunder
of your laughter, the starred night sky
of your eyes, the moonlit dunes of your rediscovered body.

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