The desert is a place of blistering, wounding heat, my friend,
Where mean, obnoxious creatures guard their lives,
and here I live while running on the heels
of my sad prey, surviving by the hunt.
Look on, my love- I am your love, look on!
See what form of predator you take
with you into your very dreams this night.
Do I make music in your heart, my love,
with blood-drenched hands held hidden from your sight?
Come close and smell the stench of rotting flesh my love,
Come close and feel the veins that dangle from between these teeth.
Come close my love, to breathe the thousand deaths that I have caused,
Come close and look upon the iron-black blood your love does weep.
DayPoems Poem No. 2425
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2425.html">The Desert by Antonio Hernandez</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor