The DesertA Poem by S. G. WebbAs the desert dreams about the feel of rain against its flesh I, too, am the desert dreaming of rain. I see myself whither as the desert sees itself blow away with the wind, and always hoping for a grey sky as I hope for a stolen heart. And the thought of need neglects my pulse as my ideals consume this necessity of life and longs for it, as the desert watches Its life die knowing what it needs to survive. Out of desperation in impossible places like the end of a bottle and whatever happened to have drowned with me; while the desert begs the cactus to drip its insides only for a moment. Let me be the man wandering through the deseret aimlessly imagining an oasis in the distance- I know the desert lives through me vicariously, hoping I will imagine the taste of water against my tongue so that it may do the same, but I, too, am the desert: As the Desrert hopes for rain against its flesh no longer thirsting for water. © 2011 S. G. Webb |
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