You are withering away
my love
as a white yarrow dies golden
in the relentless heat
of a summer drought
You are drying out your shell
my dear
it is peeling off of you gently
like the delicate layers of a snake crawling away from its own skin
You are growing weary
my one
like a deserted child
in a backdrop
of a burning field
under the sun.
Sep. 01. 2018
