Your Long Black Mane

How can I forget you
When even the limbs of the trees I turn to
For solace’s release
Whisper your name
And the breeze caressing their leaves
Is so like your fingers
Rustling light over my skin
As you breathe into me your spirit’s desire
And the memory of you
Upright under your long black mane
That first night on my bed
Moving together in smooth matching rhythms in the dark
Lingers
Like the smell of your sweat on my sheets
Where I left the dry comfort of my peaceful desert
To dive so freely into
Then fight
The salty-sweet waves of your love
Now crashing down my face

- Colleen Lloyd
2002 Kayenta
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