'Now That My Thirst Is Alive' Poem by joseph nez

Now at last...
I found the challenge at best.
Making my living moments cast down,
along the discomfort of disinterest,
under this unhappy noon fire.

My lovely Corazon...
I labor into pieces without the taste of rest
for your precarious, lovely, shapely flesh.
My feet are disassemble of this hot day desert scenery
from standing on this weary, dishearten hot journey.

This fire...
93 millions miles away for us, has its desire,
burning inside my impatient moments of this day.
And to recall last night...
we were like children playing cat and dog fight.
Then your call at me to say,
'an old barn falling apart from decay'

I would reach for my shovel,
if it were at hand inside my drunken glass.
I'd bury almost all that...
nonsense into your ruby, red, trash lips.

Corazon...
Why do you steal the good?
Do you think fate will change the new dislike?
Your disapproval moves newly inside my heart.
You'll remember my hot, thirsty wet taste
and you will curse me and curse me.
Your moment will come into place in your own doing.
And my thirst...
my thirst will come alive the moment after you are left...