Under Shading Haven

By Al Gor   

On Monday, under shading haven
of the great palm tree
where for the first time we kissed,
or church-days, in grandmother's creaky room
where jolted in violent embrace
our warm perspiring skin
cared not for the ancient chill

and stealing under the bedsheets
where our enflamed breaths caressed our faces
and intoxicated us, and blood, sweat and tears of joy
assuaged our criminal thirst
and longing

we the desert wild winds
became the bane of this town

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