He spits; hatred and darkness and blood.
turning and leaping in a hellish dance
of sneers and renewed curses,
the thunderous desert forgets to grow out
of the night.
.
Black lips and green cheeks, buried heads.
She forgets
how touching softness felt
between cacti and winds
her eyes bleed
skin peels and lips fall..
she lies still for a while
but here he comes
turning and twisting, spitting again
she covers her head with a hand
but the desert forgets its moons
and night grows
deeper
colder
eternal.