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.
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