A scorpion’s ode to the desert

Your dunes are a mysterious haven,

the sun peaks to centre

of our yellow, blue universe

and I burrow into you

to escape the fire of it,

my resting place,

and when you bestow

watery jewels or

relent to grow

perfect green oases

you give me paradise,

my rock to live on,

my love even

in your emptiest sands

for I am more grateful

for the absence and

more sated in the receiving.