Desert Dance

Piercing thorns

in flesh grown tough

from blowing dust

unquenchable thirst,

endless yearning,

engulfing silence,

complete darkness; and

has driven me to crave

stronger flavors

brighter colors

bolder patterns

higher purpose

to cut through drifting dust,

this lonely land,

where the more

you love someone,

the further

you dance apart.

Charlotte 2001

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