On the Hill, Full Dark

I wonder if someone will ever cry for me
As I have cried tonight?
In the dark, on all fours atop a desert mound
As Orion rose
I heaved into the cold dirt, all snot and tears
And cries of exquisite pain


I called out for a love lost in the rolling hills
Of my Appalachian home
Where a small woman whose love I could not accept
Scratches at that rusty spot
On her white bedroom wall, remembering that time when
Her blood touched that space
In the moment of passion where our worlds met
As I met the desert tonight
With no sense of time or place or space
Just energy, fully seen and held.

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