the desert, too, is beautiful
By choirboy
the desert, too, is beautiful (for Andy) and you’ve got thorns and prickly things under your flowers, i know. but wandering across endless, dry sands i cannot but hope that each mirage yields you anyway. crushing, blazing, blistering heat eats me alive, desiccating me like drying blooms left on the shifting floor. and still i quest the way that gives to you… cut you open, drink you up, live, live, live. for the desert, too, is beautiful if it doesn’t kill you. Written November 17th, 1999 © on Jun 13 2001 03:39 PM PST 0 • 18 • 16
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"the desert, too, is beautiful..."