Under a tree of maple
Lost,
under this tree of maple, hands tied, hugging the rough wood. the sand rises up above my waist and thickens to strangle my crotch, what have I done to her.
leaves slowly drift down and slice open my face with their razor coated edges as they pass.
hours later I am parched, the sun suffers me and laughs as I attempt to drink the droplets of sweat, walking down my cheek.
as dry as a wooden chair, my exhaustion peaks beyond hope, the desert dismantles through my eyes.
suddenly, as gentle as a freshly blossomed petal, she calls my name from within the murky horizon, her footsteps revive my spirit.
a wondrous meander she is, a queen dressed in sparkling water, slowly leaning forward she enriches me with a gentle kiss.
water fills my body, my chest thrusts forward as the rope is torn from the tree. the sand begins to sink, again I can walk, again I am alive, again I am,
Found.