I met her in the desert bliss
as she rose toward me,
bleached in the sand and dirt,
turning the wayward cacti to molten paint
in the passing breeze,
tainting the air in woeful green.
Purple scorpions became exposed,
careening about her toes, biting,
as she walked unhurt, with ease,
her ancient hair in the wind, her eyes aglow—
firmly set on reaching me.
Stranded in the throes of sun-burnt sea,
incited neurons enclosed in her snare—
I could not move the fibers of my skin,
locked tight in the land of fear until,
at last, she reached me in a prayer,
releasing me—in the guise of a kiss.
Note: Inspired by dVersePoet's prompt on creativity, hosted by Anna Montgomery. Her prompt was very well-written and included two beautiful poems--one by Rita Dove and one by herself.
Year:
2013
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