Twistedly proud
Arms open,
As if embracing the sky.
I never could fathom him
It was all fog and sand.
He was so beautiful
So simple, he was complex
Deep and extensive.
As I got closer I never realized
How sharp his green leaves were
Dark and stealth
The desert dagger penetrated my chest
That spring no bitter white flower blossomed
They were all sweet and red
And then the rest of me dripped on the sand
Of the Southwestern desert.
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