Dreams of dirt


You make my heart scream

Like violence

Crashing against the shores of reality.

You make my flesh burn

To ashes

Left in the wake of your touch.

I am where the desert meets the sea

Drowning sand and scorching waves.

I am brittle as bleached white bones

Left to splinter under the sun’s dry breath.

And how I long for your shade

For your cool sweetwater eyes.

Once the desert knew the taste of rain

The sea was not weighed down by salt.

But you have found me brittle bare and charred

With only the hollow dream of dirt and trees.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s