At sunset
he took the hand
of the wisest sage and offered his soul

She accepted it gladly
desert shrub she was
and smoldered with delight

I captured the moment
favorite picture of mine
then lost it in a fire

the only way
to cleanse old thoughts
like passion
long lost in love so deep
you could never find your way back
even if you wanted to

On that same roll of film
a picture of you sleeping
little love bug
lips shimmering in the golden light
tres content
comme un petit oiseau

Desert sand
your skin melts
like the sugar it is
at the bottom of the coffee
you've made for me
my fondest memory


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