Monday, 11 July 2011


I’m in the desert
The camel is dead.
I killed her.
I’ve hidden in her bones;
The wind is rising.
I’m trapped in her bones.
Is there enough flesh
Left to save mine?

The storm comes.
I can smell water
The moon rises;
Her love fills my bones,
And I flow like water
Out to sea.

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