Under a perfect desert sun
On the sand I will stand
I hear the echo of your voice from afar
But I decided that I do not care.
Hours go by impossibly slow
like the law of physics does not exist here
like space and time were just invented on a whim
of somebody
that does not know
the reality of the desert.
And the day may now be a gray afternoon
slowly melting into the black of night
but it still feels as hot as though the sun were high in the sky
with white dunes skipping along the crystal heat.
My face is drunk on skincare, yet it is still thirsty
and the bright red sun has moved to my limbs
never had I ever felt so vulnerable before.
This used to be my home
but that was centuries ago.
Now I am not that woman.
I got lost by the lake and overtaken by the storm.
The desert that lived in me has left.
