desert love

Knowing her was trying in vein
to decipher ancient pictographs
in the desert with sand in my face.

She defied all logical comprehension.
I stared at the problem until my eyes
bled and I got sick from sunstroke.

The buzzards circled and
I was left for dead.

Sprawled in the sand scorpions
fucked my skin with
little poisonous pricks.

Scavengers tore off large sections
of flesh. I didn’t need to stop them
because my heart was dead.

I was already rotting
from the inside out.

I never felt a thing.