She who gives love to the cactus remains forever thirsty
Parched in her desert
An ever expansive heart
Begging to fill itself with love
Sourcing it through caked, dry Earth
Edges crack and tilt towards the sun
Trying to outreach the heaviness that settled here when the last rains fell
How long ago the rains fell.
The things that survive here now, only know how to take.
It never makes sense to hurt this much.
To make such a mess
Why does it always make such a mess?
Like lightning screaming through the sky
She bore into ground that taunted her with thirst
Reaching deep into the soil
Sewing tears like seeds
Fertile is the desert, when the rains come
And the woman who gives love to the cactus
Brings a storm that turns arid tundra into a garden
Sing your sound of sweet sadness