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desert moon love

there is a rose in my hand
blood dripping down the stem,
like a knife sharpener, barehanded
i ripped the thorns off
let me show you the pain of beauty
let me feel it now before we begin
i am ready for you,
my desert moon love
it is you, so close to the touch
your heart,
so far away when the sun rises,
i will wait for you,
upon the scorched sand,
burning inside for you
as you cool my restless night;
my desert moon,
i can see you move
the stars push you past
no darkness stands between us
only the light we feel inside
like a rose without any thorns