"Mislaid Among the Thorns"

Was it the depth
of his eyes
or smile
Pulling me into him
As summer eased into
autumn

His lips burning
in utterance
Undressing his soul
Right wing of power
Engorged seed
burgeoning
Profusely in my heart
A garden I'd never seen
nor felt
In the deep of heaven
Laden in ardent song

Mad wind's work...
Whitened air overlapping
Erased memories
Our love forgotten
In dismal shades
As his eyes
closed
Too blind to see
Blackened shadows
of yesterday

I stood alone
at desert's door
Thirsting
To touch our dream
Once more
Beneath a dying sun
A mirage
In desire's lament...

Mislaid among the thorns