At the news they buried you
In hot earth,
My first thoughts
Were for your eyes –
For sand slipping beneath those
Aching dark lashes. I wanted to clean them,
Wipe you clean.No one can tell you
The way the desert looks
When it is soaked in blood.
But I can imagine it –
The…
*_*
Right. Going to go work on MSW now. Once I can focus again.
consulting depressive: Afghan Sun