Into the Desert
At last we go into the desert, my bride.
The moment is here, this moment, no time to waste.
Long you’ve run, and longer still I’ve chased
And now at last you’ve nowhere left to hide.
What do you have to lose? Unsatisfied
By strange, enticing lovers in whom you’ve placed
The trust you promised to me. Your heart, unchaste,
Is finally vomiting the poisons that you’ve tried.
So come and water the wilderness with your tears.
Leave your Assyrian lovers and drugs of choice
And over the noise let vast, dry silence fall.
In silence, without the Iphone, face your fears
This desert is not your home. I AM. My voice
Created you in a garden, after all.