In The Desert I Live Alone Poem by Suki Nakamura

do not ever think of an oasis.
i do not have it
i live alone in my desert
and my company is nothing less
but the moon
on a lonely night

time grows in me peculiarities
and idiosyncrasies
i guess that is what loneliness
can always do
to a desert creature

my tongue has become sharp
like a thorn of the date palm
my body evolving into a cactus
my blood turns into white sticky sap

to love me you must come and sleep
with me
you must kiss me
and make love with me
without the camel on your side
open your eyes
and undress me and tell me more
about what you feel
and see

let me know how strong is your love
how cowardly is your fear
caress my body with the bareness of your hands
let your tongue tickle my thorns