There Are No Tears In The Desert

There Are No Tears In The Desert

She went out into the desert to look at the stars
but the cactus pricked her, and
the scorpion bit her

I am shaking like a rattle snake
to warn her away, but

in the joy of a familiar
she doesn’t mind my
apparition of friendship

I brought her dessert:
pecan pie for the desert
gin with lime, and a sweet tart

She likes her rattle snakes, and
though the slither of our entanglements is poison
we welcome death in dry times
rather than floods of sorrow

—Douglas Gilbert