We met only in the desert


We met only in the desert
My impossible love and I
A holy cup of mutual thirst
where darkness lights the sky.                                                                          The charnel ground of galaxies desert
became our wedding lair
The howl of jackals ‘cross the sand
the vows we ached to share.
“No one will love me like you do.”
the truth in fire did yearn.
We held on tight that starry night
And prepared ourselves to burn.

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writer and eternal optimist
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