From the dusty May sun
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches
Of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk
Under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind
To watch the cactus bloom

And strange hands halted me
The looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush
And felt the trembling hands

When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come
To drag away your bones

And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands

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