Put a book of love to my lips
And I would recite poetry all day

She said

Red rocks roll tumbling in the sand

Fountains of dust arise

She is

And we forgot that the sky was there

But it was, and there were stars

She did

Like the endless curtain rubbing

Against the rods holding the night

She swayed

And then I realized I was sorry

For the red rocks and the night sky

She cried

Purple flowers rose from the powdery earth

Covering the dunes, a mountain

She climbed

I stood there nodding, for love

Still sorry, still hating the flowers

I turned