Desert Cradle and Bleed
She moves with the sky,
These floors of long dead oceans hiss in heat,
Whales replaced by acres of clouds.
The cacti sing slowly,
The creeks even slower.
This desert is a harsh bed,
A cradle filled with snakes and rocks.
Her children are made of calluses and sunburns and scars,
But these faces are wide with missing tooth smiles.
And the miles of dust sweep under their feet with ease.
Unwilling to leave this
W i d e
Expanse of color
Bleed No. 1
The chest swells
Sweat down the back
You know how it is
And the mouth is drooling
If you were to touch the skin
It would melt and crumble
Like chocolate under the sun
And Eternity lives in this body
The dying will not disturb it
This body bleeds and bleeds and has bled and knows it will have to bleed more
Even in memory the flow is endless
Joys and lost words seep from the mind
Milk in a box
Pleasures and profanities cannot help but
From the mouth
Bleed No. 2
“I bleed for you”
She bleeds for herself
For her dignity
And he bleeds for the words he can’t bring himself to say
Is it rage ?
Some love left beaten and without honor ?
Some hymn for a woman long forgotten ?
Oh, tell her.