Mistress Desert

 
I dream of the desert  
where sharp white stars  
flash their knives  
to cut me free  
 
She knows everything  
each sand grain  
placed perfectly  
just as she wishes  
 
Ordering older  
than a tired myth  
men wrap  
in their puny clockwork   
 
I adjust my heartbeat  
to her silence  
until only horizons  
scream ears
 
At once I feel  
the crackle of pores  
protesting invasion  
purest flaws exposed  
to the bomb of I don't belong  
 
I have to be clever  
play by her rules  
enough dead fools  
already hide their bones  
beneath these skirts forever  
 
One more will be  
only that  
with the same consequence  
as the morsel of lizard food  
scuttling for survival  
lurching blindly from her stare  
to die in the shade  
of a thirsty mouth  
for this moment
its blood is  
my only oasis