This is not a place for love
It's a place of love
Invisible caverns pull you in
Unearthly breezes soothe you in a way
No lover can
The light air thick with fragrance
The desert enters you in silence
And pulls your desire inside out
Until you hear the pulse of your own breathing.
I'm a john for the fluttering skirt
Revealed by the sweet mesquite branch thorns—
It makes any home feel like prison.
