Sáenz, To The Desert
To The Desert
Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand
Your breath into my mouth. You reach–then bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, […]
by Mia on 4:01 pm, April 30, 2008 in echoes none spoke