Her words like parched earth
At a junction, near spilt glass and violet motives
my eyes burn
forced to see the limits of her desires.
I let go of all the dust which gathers
onto the porch of my mind.
She begins, at a distance,
unraveling ink blotted material
containing indecipherable banter.
I cut the messages back to the source
of pure emotions…free from the unreal.