Oh goodness is this desert
A place for me

On its hills and ridges
All of it can see me
And I can see all of it

I can see, here,
That life can never be ascertained
The desert’s children love its cool,
Nightly bosom, yet melt in its harsh,
Unforgiving sun

Those rabbits and jackals
That slink to hide from predators
And search for prey
In the desert’s ghastly vegetation,
They love the desert
And the desert loves them

As the desert sees them
And they can see all of it

I see the faces of your red rocks
And wish to be painted in blood
Of the same ever-dying hue,
For I’ll melt here onto your hills
And into your ridges

I’m angry here in the beginning,
Hot, dry air boils my blood
So the veins on my neck shoot out
In wild ferocity,
The type that whispers lines of suffocation
From screams of exhalation

There from am I exalted
And thereby can the desert moon cool me,
From lines on the desert shore
Does the desert moon speak to me

It seems I’ve searched in your
Sandy terraria for love,
The type that would whisper
Deep into my ears
Yet here I found none,
For I lifted my head and opened my eyes
And finally with you by my side
My eyes grew heavy
And I fell asleep in love