Transients wander through my
Arched doorways:
I am
Open,
G a p i n g,
Resolute.
Sands gather at my feet.
To the
Red expanse--
I see hazed leathers.
Straps and buckles
Wander toward me...
Desperate.
I wish I was made of water.
Then I could be
All
D R A N K
Up.
And I could fill you to the brim;
Live inside
You.
And
I could hear the
Quake of your heart--
Keep you;
Kiss your blood streams...
Become your flesh.
I was once a haven:
Gave
Frayed
Faded-cloth
Families
Relief from
Their
Sand-Monsters
And
Their
Night-Demons.
Men hid inside me like children--
[As if I was valuable.]
Like small
Night-Animals,
They would burrow
As the cold came.
I faced their fears.
All the vessels in my
Face are broken:
Red
Roots for
Trees that
Will never spring forth.
I am thirsty
For aspirations
I have never had.
The gap between
Transluscent
Moon Beams
And myself
Makes me feel vulnerable;
Makes me ache to be
Wrought with
Irresponsible
Wishing.
Then I could
Wish
Myself
Out of here.
