Do not turn away
Face the sun
The ocotillo stubborn in red dirt
Little life thriving with thinest whisker
As quickly we live we could die
Hands raised in half a circle
Did you shed a tear?
Did you turn and witness
The laced saguaro backward stumble
On our knees we become monument valley
Faces entombed in last expression
Catch it
The very first sign in the sky
Reflection of our secret self
Mirage honoring snaking road
Capsum fingers threading cloud
You squint
Blind against searching heat
Sparce
An ocean missing water
Once your base was festooned
A festival of lights and flowers
And creatures swam in unfocused formation
The stain of your wet feet now dry
Surely all the days of your life
You will thirst to return
To this day of land beneath water
Where blooming softly, a silent swell
Is gentle reminder
Of where we came from
Contained in jeweled fossil
Smooth in moonstruck hour
Curling opposite sides of one another
Listen carefully, hear the tred, shod in fur
Leaving footsteps, follow into magic mountain
There you mount, emptying your secrets into me, one thrust after another
Such is memory, opening a door as if
No time at all has passed
There we are, glistening beneath jellied future
I wear an amber necklace, you remark it compliments my capture
With my fingers, my cat eyes and I, scratch a place where you left the first imprint
As deep as viper, seeking prey, will bite
You are my lovely poison
And I
The hawk overhead
Sighting from high
This has a confessional feel to it… one of fear and maybe a bit of anger too.
“As deep as viper, seeking prey, will bite
You are my lovely poison
And I
The hawk overhead
Sighting from high”
Very expressive and well-written, Candice.
Thank you dearling
You are most welcome.
I rarely read poetry…I read yours. Thanks for sharing.
That’s one of the best comments EVER thank YOU
i like the purple
Poetry’s muse
‘Smooth in moonstruck hour” Beautiful <3
Thank you dearest one
My desert mind
jellied by poison and time
on the prey
for poetry divine
tells me with certainty
that this is no mirage
but a monumental find
🙂 I completely agree !
enraptured
Thank you lovely man
Wonderfully profane, nature rules all our fates.
And I love that word profane my friend
Darkly romantic …
I’m glad you thought so 🙂 xo
Breathtaking.
Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked it!
❤🌹
So vivid …. a fabulous read for me! Monday night highlight beyond doubt 🙂
Thank you dear Huntress Diana as your work is so gorgeous I am very honored you liked this one!
Your writing is as eye catching as a deer emerging from the forest, would be to the huntress…!