Sahara

I've slept
So many hollow nights,
The hours climbing through translated books
Or staring down an ancient foreign film
Besieged by words
Of faded yellow-white
As brief as camera flashes.
After a calendar of years,
The dark becomes your friend,
Your lover.

The blackness swallows me
And fills my chest
As I must swallow it,
A quiet seduction lethal,
Smothering.

I snatch
Your sandy bob,
Your melting icicle eyes,
Cheeks of ripened strawberry patches,
The carnal arced geographies
You wear.

- 9/19/25

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