Lost
In this desert
Tiny little stones
My hands
held
for years
Pechanga,
Morongo,
Barona
you.

you
left
my love
left
me sleeping
with ghosts
Found
HERE
In this desert
you.

And from this dust
rebuilt-
you
A maze
me
still
finding my way
HERE
I am
scared, strong
I am
Ocotillo,underbrush
fire,burning
out of control
this passion
HERE
with you.

Sleeping for years
consumed
In a summer
bed
where
still
I lay,
remains,
The image
your body,
traced
In gesso
for years
men,fingers
bent to fit
those invisible lines
crossed
somewhere in L.A.
you knew.

My loves
just
tiny little stones
thrown at the sun
begging orbit
begging among
tiny little stars
that hold
my big big dreams
and you.

In this desert
you
left
me
waiting
for you
I am
still
HERE
waiting
to forget
that
it is still
just
you.

5:10 pm may 12th 2007