Ebony Saguaros
The distant city’s incandescence
blurred a thousand galaxies
from the arroyo that night we made love.
I was confounded by ebony saguaros
that scratched the sky until from behind
the Princess’s silver ball the heavens bled
stars enough to outline your shoulders
against palo verde trees
and calm the nervous field mice.
Love me. . .Love me. . .love me I said
unable to fathom reasons enough
to ever leave that delirium
that place light touches
before it leaves us forever.
from Autumn Sky Poetry 13 — by Burgess Needle
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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