Art . PoetryOn October 26, 2019 by admin

Your black eyes burn
me up to cinders, ashes,
screaming on the rock.

I want your hands:
my skin disintegrates,
ashen back to earth.

Your hand on my leg
burns through to bone taking with
it all my tears.

Day covers night
like a woman and her man; he
is taken away.

Your sand skin sees
my otherwise unknown: this
body, dawn broken.

Salamander mine,
Deep in this soil: also
Mine, also yours.