Hot, Dry, Dusty
And Unfamiliar
This West Coast
Season of Summer
After so many
years
I have become
afraid
And feel very vulnerable
A small
sensitive human
Mortal,
In every moment
Anxious,
When any
opportunity exists
At Peace,
Once in a while
But only
When I am too
tired
To find
another's weakness
In me
Yet always
loving more
So I embrace us
Till death parts
us
I am yours
