Desire me dangerous

Captive are we who are cast aside by mountains,
crudely chiseled from stone, borrowing shadows.
With callow stains upon my cheeks, I cradle my illicit desires.
Cacti loom like green monuments in the valley of the sun.
 
I'm the girl who casts a tall shadow
upon those majestic mountains, so beautiful and so cruel.
My hands & eyes journey far to hunt an elusive lover;  
I envy the heat of a painted sunrise for touching what I cannot.
 
Pieces of his heart lie in the dust  
where a soldier has walked.  
He has stories inside that go beyond metaphor.  
He wants me - to write me; steal what I am.  
A woman made of tears & passion, like any woman;  
that makes us dangerous to love.  
 
(Artwork: Alice Boughton)