Since you’ve gone,
Sadness descends like thick desert air
In an unending heat wave of some immobility.
There is no refreshing breeze,
Only the discordant screeching of a blackbird in the trees,
His throat as dry as my heart.
His rasping as monstrous as my thoughts
Life is an effort now, each moment of silence a scream for you.
Where did the mocking bird go?
When will the sweet water flow in springs raging rivulets?
Please come to me early in the morning,
Come and share my bed without words or warning
Before the sun rises to announce the day
And the heat suffocates each fly and breath in it’s way.
A shade tree is not enough for me,
Not even cool water or a relieving breeze.
I need you moist and silent in my arms,
I need the cool sweetness of your face,
I need you before the noon-day sun alarms,
Or I will die in this desert of a place.
