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Yes it is Ynez
The bleach of wicked tears
stings the lips of lovers
one to the other.
Hearts bob anchored, alone
markers for departing ships.
One a new life
and one a new name.
Slipped past and under
the falling curtain of the day
Comet Carpooling
succulent
desert lust—
coyote and
javelina
in moonlit
river bottom
cruising
pass quail eggs
silent as stones
hear crickets
count temperature
hot and fast
under saguaro
silhouette
sits solitary
truck-bed
beneath cosmic
night lights
staining the world
deep blue
and shimmer
sweat gets sucked
up into
desiccating
skies
dry winds
chap skin—
this is
desert love
and comet
carpooling
Anonymous Sarcophagus 