Desert Dry Oasis

by Farrah Sarafa | 2009

Bumpy and bare
This road that we share
Forks into two—
I don't see you.

Three nights, four days,
We go our own ways
Without talking,
Mere psychic stalking, walking
Through I

Melt into you
And to thaw two
Blocks of ice for
Making one sculpture

Your will is ice
Hard enough and nice
Enough to give
Me comfort to live

I wish you were here
Though, while you stay clear
From feeling you must
Call me to keep lust

And to feel I
Am learning why
I am the way
I am today

Fulfilling need;
Fantasy to speed
To live desire
In golden fire

From decaying
To keep love playing
And vivid green,
I need to be seen

Without black fear
But orange clear
Shimmery future
This needless suture

Reoccurring
Each week is stirring
Anxiety
I wish the city

Could help convert
A leather skirt
I would wear today
Without dread and say

"It's all okay
I accept your way—
Desire to sin
Alone—lose or win"

Things are changing
Keep re-arranging
Reality
In New York City

I understand
That trust and love stand
Each of our needs
Despite thorny weeds.

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