Mi Agua Tu Desierta
written by: Ellen Marshall
Mi Agua Tu Desierta
Floating Ophelia
My hair flinging
Flowers as
Roses of desire that are
Born from
Noches de
Flying para siempre or
Grasping
Frenzy
Takes root
There
In the moon’s glow
Mi Agua Tu Desierta
Your Hamlet holds
Mi cabello están fluenda con
Parched leaves, while
Gasping for wet passion
Your no’s that halt breath and bring
Shouting, not one night of
Plugging a water’s drip
Dry until it comes to
Crack
Sobre mi teta
You rest
Breathless. (Sin aliento)
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem can be read either horizontally as one or vertically as two in counterpoint.
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