Years

Years

Unsown a single springtime flower rose from sleepy earth
Bright as Taos sun at eve, returning to its berth.
Enchanted passion slowly watched it grow.

Nurtured here within my garden, radiating light.
Joyful, new, brought life to day, and more desire to night
Than reason gave me ever hope to know.

Delicate glory, petals bruising
At my rough touch. Too quick for choosing
Intoxicating golden siren calls.

Sight, sound, scent so clear
Like drip of water, life, to hear
Leaping from dry sandy canyon walls.

Captivating ageless beauty,
Lips and eyes, enthralled I must
Have lost my soul in lidded glories,
Finger-taps of love and lust.

White silky skin,
Clear gentle voice,
Bright angel's laugh,
Too easy choice.

Heedless of
The passing days.
Thirsty soil,
Sun's bright rays.

Shocked awake,
Long past dawn.
Wilting stem.
Broken.
Gone.