Desert Evening

Mesmerized by late afternoons with pink and purple skies
Haha Cactus and me watching tumbleweeds racing by
Dust devils swirling away trying to move this dry heat
Be careful where you step fossilized history is under your feet

Hello there Mr. Rattler, how have you and Mr. Scorpion been
You could had sent word to me by way of the Wind
I know that it's not a dependable means of messaging
It seems to be down time and time again

And when it does come around, all it seems to do is stir up dust
Ripping and roaring, he's a bandit that can't be trusted
So the Cactus and I, we look to the sky praying for it's nourishing rain
Every drop a morsel of love trying to extinguish the pain

But Pain is a viper, capable of slithering below the desert sands
The Cactus and I found a lonely plateau, where we could sit and hold hands
Skin broken and thistles bent covered with thickening blood
The monsoon season is upon us, but we're prepared for a flash flood

Plenty of nourishing joy pouring down with little to no saturation
This Cactus's love is the only thing that has achieved true penetration
To little for to much is how we've decided to live
Our existence is to take continuous pain, but beautiful love is what we give

There an armadillo watching as a gila monster and horned toad make love
Woodpeckers and roadrunners take to the Cactus for a better view from above
For all of our existence this type of display was strictly forbidden
Even the coyotes and mountain lions refuse to consummate unless completely hidden

So within an act as small as a gila monster and a horned toad making love
Within the once flooded sands paying tribute to our blessed flood
There was a bowing of our heads, all things high and low
As our pink and purple sky was blessed, and wrapped in a pretty rainbow