Desert Storm (Poetry)

My heart is the Sahara
my mind’s a mountain high
imagination’s liquid
my blood’s the midnight sky

There’s caves carved deep inside me
my rocky flesh preserves
the fossils from old lovers
those echoes chill my nerves

My tears map out more swamplands
as treacherous as love
the contours of my grieving
reflect dark clouds above

The rivers dig their valleys
and measure out their ways
of linking thoughts together
these drought and storm-washed days